Khan's Lullaby

KHAN'S LULLABY
My eyes boil red with Hate
My heart pumps putrid venom into the fingers
That my Eyes of Hate wish to see wrapped around your feeble throat
Choking your fetid breath from your pathetic, poisoned body

My Hatred runs deep, my friend
As the last breath eeks from your lifeless lips
I smile
I win...

Ascension

ASCENSION
why is it me?
why am i the chosen child of misfortune?
why has it been bestowed upon my shoulders to carry the burdens of the world?
why is it my back to be broken, my hands to be toiled, my soul to be soured?

why do i dislike this world so much?

because it is i who's back is broken by daggars
because it is i who's hands are toiled, tarnished with unforgiving acts
because it is i who's soul has been soured by compromise, by mistrust, by petty grievances

this is why i dislike this world so much!

why must i conform?
why must i fit in?
why must i make peace with my enemy?
why must my head and my heart be poisoned with incurable hatred?

because i am atlas
because i am sisyphus
because i carry on my back the parasitic virtues of humanity
because i carry these things up infinite, untrodden slag

Harbinger

HARBINGER
here on a precipice I stand
a Future uncertain
a Past scorned
a Past forgotten

on the verge of a new Journey
pondering which path I should follow
follow the new Light before me?
or get lost down this precipice before which I stand?

getting lost is a comfort
more comfort than I've known
taking the path towards the Light
an exciting new Adventure?

the Light is getting brighter
but still seems afar
with the Light enters a glimmer of Hope renewed
which direction will the Light lead me?

away from the precipice I turn
away from the comfort of the dark
towards the Light I turn
will this Light guide me Home?

Divergence

DIVERGENCE
The beaten path versus the road less traveled...
which is the correct to choose?

The beaten path...
conformity...
stagnation...
cessation of imagination...

The road less traveled...
infinite diversity in infinite combinations...
flights of fancy...
journeys into the unknown...

The beaten path versus the road less traveled...
which is the correct to choose?

Travel with me into The Undiscovered Country

Catharsis

CATHARSIS
thought without pity
thought without sorrow
thought without shame
thought about thoughts not quite the same

thought without scrutiny
thought without judgment
thought without hindrance
thought about nothing worth remembrance

old thoughts a-purging
new thoughts emerging

growth without entrapment
growth without understanding
growth without impeity
growth enlightened by personal deity

growth without rejection
growth without hesitation
growth without insincerity
growth enlightened with clarity

old growth up-ended
new growth transcended

emotion without pain
emotion without indignation
emotion without sorrow
emotion and thought about what brings the 'morrow

emotion without emotion
emotion without resentment
emotion without resignation
emotion and thought about a future's destination

old emotion asunder
new emotion a-wonder

Politically Correct

POLITICALLY CORRECT
The inoffensive poem


exists only within

The Guardian

THE GUARDIAN
Forever

Here on the Edge of Forever I sit
how my journey began I am unsure
how I came to sit here on the Edge of Forever is a mysterious preponderance

Alone here I sit, staring at this Edge of Forever
sitting staring at my unknown

However, I feel un-alone sitting here on the Edge of Forever
Incorporeal of mind and body, a presence shares its thoughts with mine...

"I am my own beginning and my own ending..."

Languid thoughts ebb and flow between our two spirits
My thoughts to the presence's thoughts, my journey's end and my journey's beginning

I am the result of my own devices...
that which brought about my self-destruction also brought about my re-emergence

Here I sit at my rebirth, here at the Edge of Forever