Hate
Two roads diverged in a dark wood
Beyond the green pastures and still waters I once laid by
A leaf falls where I once discovered loneliness.
Shadows became my company
And a voice played in my head,
It was yours;
Go and hunt you said,
And I took the road traveled by less
Into the valley of the shadow of death,
Hunting for vengeance.
I raised my sword and swung
If nothing else to see myself swing,
And I fought for fighting, I felled many foes
But all of them were naught but shadows.
Go and hunt you said!
So I holed the ground
And burned every bridge for when I found--
This promised treasure
It it would be mine
My own
My precious.
Divine.
The shadows spread and I couldn’t hide.
And then I finally cast aside
This futile quest for vengeance
And that alone has made all the difference.
The Conversion
Anna was born sweet as pie
Only to fall from grace.
What happened to Anna we knew from church?
Who would sing to strike chords that would ring in our souls
And leave us with a silence that only God could hear?
She plays the devil's noise now...
But every time she picks up that drumstick,
Twirling it around her fingers as the smile spreads across her face
It's gravy.
The crowds clap to the kick of the thump of a whole note--
Half note
Quater
The guitarists wouldn't dare to pluck a string.
And the singer smiles and turns to her.
She flicks her hair aside and grins.
Eigth
Sixteenth--
How does she do it?
The crowd can't keep up with her.
Or with their hearts.
Five Minutes
Five minutes more
Is all I'll ever ask
Five minutes before
This moment comes to end
All over again
I haven't seen you since when
Five minutes before
I had asked then
Five minutes more
I'm aware
The things we could do
Again with just
Five minutes more
I just missed you
Five minutes before
This godforsaken alarm went off.
Wait ’Em Out
Wait 'em out, king said.
Whatever the cost
They'll never outlast the snows.
But their tents went up
And their shields came down
And fires roasting rabbits rose.
Days went by
the king looked on
As frost dripped from his nose.
When the hour grew late
He ordered us to retaliate
But we'd spent the last of our arrows.
I said I'll sooner be a fool to fight
Than a coward to starve
But the king's fools heard my bellows
I meant not to question
But make a suggestion
What will we eat when we run out of rat?
And that
was when I was sent to the gallows.
Wait 'em out
Whatever the cost
So the king says, so it goes.