LogomachyGeneral Poetry (3)

Body mine which house my soul,
Ask I you,
Pray not withhold,
Answers which I seek of self,
Answers only,
Not for wealth,
Not for love,
And not for joy,
Not for peace,
Or foes destroyed,
All I find,
In wanting heart,
What I’ll be,
When you depart?

Corrupted sponge within my head,
What beliefs do I portend?
Sanguine drum within my breast,
Whom do I admire best?
Able arms and fingers quick,
Might I mold a world so sick?
Noble leg of muscle sprung,
Towards what destiny I run?
Seeing orbs still seeing naught,
Look around, what hath I wrought?
Aural pinwheels perched away,
What subtleties do I betray?
Shoulders broadly proud and straight,
Can I bear a worldly weight?
Stalwart gut of iron clad,
Sense I emoted contraband?
Silver tongue of caustic tone,
Do I offend and stand alone?

Body mine which house my soul,
If my request may be so bold,
Tell me truth of questions posed,
Tell me destiny betrothed.

Blighted shadow, future day,
Always must it end this way?

We creep towards our destiny
with futures bright as sun
whilst ever-present loneliness
binds us tight as one
a generation lost at sea
like many gone before
a generation’s ecstasy
veils thinly wanting more
a whirling pool of stagnant hate
of self, of world, á Dieu,
no longer trusting peace and love
our rage will see us through
watch the masses tremble, shake
see the children cry
in heritance of misery
passions, waning, die
the world floats by at fingertips
just past the range of reach
frustration with our uselessness
enthusiasm’s leech
we build, destroy, and start anew
blinded by our pride
a cyclical existence
powers our divide
we feel, at best, apart from most
at worst alone, unreal
plodding through a life at rest
with artificial zeal
we hang our hats on triumph
cry bitter at defeat
we anger hot at fortunes foul
we tangle under sheets
at road’s end for all alike
caring not for deeds
waiting is grim providence
with scythe and cloak it leads
ask we not for slipping bonds
of mortal paradigm
all we seek is living’s truth
true meanings of our time
yet struggle us all every day
driving us to dirt
what goods a life in purity
not knowing what it’s worth?
seek we not enlightenment?
haven’t we a right?
to know after years are past
end we in worlds of light?
bleak nothing lies in front of us
and hellscapes lie behind
know nothing of our future
except that we must die

Victory! Says pounding drums
Success! The trumpets blaze
Triumph! Soldiers march in time
As the masses craze
Elated with our conquest
Glinting off our guns
Enemies defeated
We thrill aloud as one
Shaking off our weary
Standing up our pride
Shooting down our fears
Forgetting all we’ve cried
The nations swell with goodwill
The anthem plays aloud
Those who fight for causes
Center every crowd
Our prayers have been answered
Our lives are whole once more
As, beaten back, the enemy
Cry trampled on their shores
An enemy of freedom
Of all that’s good and right
An enemy of opposites
Attempted scourge of light
They weep aloud at brothers lost
Of fathers dead and gone
We laugh as one at faceless foe
Cast villains in our songs
Their livelihoods go ruined
Their lands lay crisp and dead
The pride of countless ancestors
By bravery has bled
A holocaust of victory
Sweeps bloody cross the plains
Their purple mountains craters bloom
Smoke tops their amber waves
As ideas build a nation
So by ideals nations fall
When godless nations go to war
Corpses heed the call
Their men die standing shielding home
Or kinless cross the sea
They must suffer so we live
Says government’s decree
Anger boils through our veins
At injustice supposed
Anger boils as death abounds
And tears down all they’ve owned
Heaven’s light shines down on us
And fills up hist’ry’s page
We trifle not with subtleties
Unseal the Reaper’s rage!
Defeat! Howl widows reaved of hope
Destroyed! The people pain
Ruin! Senses cannot cope
And never will again