A poem entitled The Irony Of Lucky

The Irony Of Lucky

No one said that life was easy

No one said that life was fair

But those words are lacking in description

For the torture and despair

That he found

When he realized

That there had never been love in her eyes

It was all a fantasy

A wish never to come true

Now he only wishes that he knew

That this would be a hard road to travel

Chasing the headlights on another night

Making that drive

And thinking of how easy it would be

To hit the gas a little too hard

Just to set himself free

Maybe he would be better as a memory

But he has too much to live for

Little angels

One two three four

So he fights this disease

Of body, mind, and circumstance

It’s a dangerous dance

When death is leading

And madness is the music playing

And the fact

That she is watching the suffering

Goes without saying

Is she sadistic or just sick

Does it matter?

Take your pick

She gave him the greatest gift

The undeniable love for a child

But then to manipulate and deprive

And leave him begging god

While he cries

And wants to live but feels like he will die

He is one

When he should be many

If only he could forget it would be ecstasy

But their names he whispers in his dreams

The desire never fades

He longs to be a father and a playmate

The burning need never abates

And he can’t forget what has been taken away

So sing a lullaby

On those lonely nights

An intoxicating song

That blots out the ache

The poets lied

When they said that love is all it takes

The truth is that love complicates

Love can be a weapon cataclysmic

But children grow

And realize what love isn’t

And they know that despite the obstacles

Despite the peril

Despite the detours

He traveled that road for them

A poem entitled The Battle for Vision

The Battle for Vision

There is a war

Ironically described as civil

Being fought between our hearts and minds

The ammunition is emotion

But it is logic that allows the bullets to fly

And we remain blinded by

This fog of war that has descended upon the battle lines

It’s color is made from the shades

Of the dull black of uncertainty

And the bright white of eternity

Merging into a soft grey blindfold of apathy

That covers our eyes

There are few things as sightless as humankind

For even with our eyes wide

We only tend to see

Those we have chosen as enemies

Our contradicting thoughts cry havoc and play games

With actions that deceive

And lead us to forget our names

Until they are replaced

By shame, disgrace, and disgust

And we are left in a place

Where the only course that is safe

Is to place our lives in the hands of mistrust

When people so often tell the secrets and keep the lies

The idea that the little deaths come

From sharpened tongues

Is hard to deny

We fight fire with fire

And everything burns down

Until the moment that we figure out

That with chaos in our embrace

We are able to choose and replace

These tactics of destruction and control

With the very things that have created our souls

The freedom and free will

The release of the fear of the unknown

And above all else

The knowledge that none of us is ever truly alone

Whether within yourself or world wide

If you want the key to peace

Open your eyes and you will find

That it lies in empathy

Damaged Inc.

Damaged Inc.

The cards we were dealt in life were all jokers

But they had sharp teeth

And became the shades that haunted our sleep

And left us starving with only emptiness to eat

So we swallowed it whole

And rarely let it show when it made us weak

They gave us gifts

Secrets to keep

And it was too late before we knew

Emotion nearly lead me to death

Anger almost destroyed you

Add to that the glory of genetics

We were suffering

We were sick

Then self-loathing prances in

Lying through the teeth of a sadistic grin

It laughed as we struggled with every test

Schadenfreude at its best

It constantly whispered “worthless”

Sometimes we were foolish enough to believe

Sometimes we were wise enough to continue to dream

But the thing that really kept us alive

Was the mind and the heart of a child of five

We never grew up

We always believed

For us nothing was fantasy

In the dark

Shadow puppets were made

And whimsy was always willing to play

So you took the poison

Both intangible and real

Somehow you managed to heal

I accepted my emotion

For what it was

I used that power

Now look what it does

What is our power was once our curse

Who is laughing now?

You self-loathing clowns

They say the best revenge is success

And we are superheroes both paper and flesh