Seize The Throne

Another Bad Day

Can I sit above this mountain,

Atop the summit of that I’ve reached?

No belittled mind is as abstract at

Neglecting benevolence in hopes for tomorrow’s seed.

In regards to the fellows who had followed,

Bearing the point of this summit’s peak,

All my life’s knowledge contrasts such simple regret.

The limits of morality; so troubled and weak.

King me!  My stomach digests your nutrition;

I’ve sold my soul to evil’s leech.

Numbing the solution, thank you my savior/

Grandeur!

I am the new – Cannibal king.

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Simian Verbosity

Another Bad Day

Speak no evils

And I’ll spare my time

To interpret the levels

Which contort my eyes.

Delusionary tales

That have escaped my mind,

Though hard to scale,

Are easily found a lie.

I’m embedded to fail

A path once revised,

In hopes the end entails

And wishes to reside

Within your holy grail.

Your ever flawed design.

The humble portrayal

Of an essence once refined.

Although it may seem vital

No truth has been derived.

Speak no evils and

I’ll regret all of mine.

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A Life With Few Regrets

Another Bad Day

Bring me my medicine

In the late evening.

A little water

Would be amazing.

My throat, so dry;

I’m exhausted.

Literally, I’m fading away.

To you my boy

You are the one.

Without you by my side

I’d be gone long ago.

I’m sorry.

I don’t have much.

No, no worth to pass along/

Cough cough.

To you when I am gone.

The day approaches

And yes I am ready.

I look up at you boy

And ask the question.

Eyes full of tears

And a heart filled with division.

Are you ready Son?

As I depart soon.

I’d say sorry although

It’s beyond my control.

Blanket please.

It’s becoming so cold.

The days bled together.

My vision depletes.

It’s hard when you’re old

But harder when you can see.

Thank you boy

For all that you’ve done.

You’re my hero,

You’ve saved this old soul.

I’m sorry my boy

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Immortality Brought to Light

Another Bad Day

This bed, cold as cold can be, seems too much like the always and nevers that I’ve relentlessly endured.  The window’s smudged with my anticipation of the spring yet to come.  The dead Winter reminds me of the invisibility from my own nostalgia that I keep from the possibilities and fortune I’ve not seen in so long.  Staring out the window I feel the Summer’s heat blazing against my forehead; but how can that be?  With a heart as cold as the winter itself, this Arctic chill which has become so bitterly unpalatable, resembling the ways I’ve been abandoned from the days that felt oh so good to me.  There’s so much more left to say but my memory is vague as my primordial mind begins it’s decline with the participation of the Sun’s rise and its epic fall.  I’m as degenerated as the very sky I see, which lies…

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No Refills

Another Bad Day

Deliverance my friend,

Deliver it again.

Cause I wonder why

I weave and jump.

Complication

Consumes my eyes.

Deliver unto me,

Allow this man

To be meek.

Swallow it down.

Again I choke.

Deliverance my friend,

Down into my throat.

Because I know why,

Oblivious to you,

I’m making you feel sick.

Oblivious to me

It’s making me feel ill.

Deliverance my friend.

Deliver it again.

I need to get my fix.

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An Idol’s Idol – By Roger Dischler

 

 

As the sun showers peer through the clouds,

Avoidance is a must!

My timid eyes grasp the noise I’ve found.

I caress the moments and inhibitions lured

Only to remind me of the life and a soul so pure.

She lies in bed while my heart takes leave

To keep me concerned for the martyr; I weep.

Innocence escapes with her mortal breathe

As it haphazardly soothes

My nerves, my mind’s

Release.

The sieve of thought  just will not hold strong.

I am the King,

Yet,

I lie here broken;

My God!

I’m coming undone –

Though she rests and nothing has gone awry

I cannot help but think of my decision/

My pride.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry

As my chest begins to ache.

I love you my darling

Although I’m cemented in my pace.

I tremble in fear for all that may happen and

I ponder your thoughts caused by my actions.

The light fades to grey and my heart –

To black.

As the door slowly opens I hear

I miss you Dad.

 

 

 

 

 

The Little Light – By Bryan Messner

          Long ago in a perpetually dark forest there lived a man and a little sphere of light.  The man was overjoyed to have the light in his life.  The man had lived without the light at one point in time, he remembered the darkness well and never wanted it to return.  For years the little light and the man enjoyed life.  They laughed together and cried together, enjoying all the beauties and disasters of the forest.  Life was not perfect and was sometimes a struggle, but at least the man had his little light.

          One day, the man awoke but saw nothing.  The world was pitch black. Was he blind? No.  The man called for his little light, but received nothing in return.  Reality set in on the man, his little light had gone.  Intense fear and anxiety fixated itself upon the man.  He could no longer see the forest or any of the obstacles that littered the forest floor.  Even worse, the man could feel the darkness begin to change him; consuming his being.  He became cold and lost his appetite.  What good was an appetite if you could not find food in the darkness?  No light meant no hope and the man became intensely sad.  He missed his little light and the guidance it brought. He became angry.  Why had his little light abandoned him?  He became numb.  What good is life when you cannot find your way through the world and see all of its beauty?  The man became hopeless.  He lay on the forest floor, waiting for life to end.

          Days later the man awoke to a bright, vibrant shine.  His light had returned or so he thought.   A new light had come to him while he slept! The man could see all the trees of the forest and all of the life that inhabited  them!  He could see the beauty of the world once again and all of its obstacles.  The light and man greeted each other; both happy to find someone in the dark world they both inhabited.  Sadness, anger, and numbness drained from the man.  He could feel again.  The light and the man set off into the forest, enjoying its beauty together and having many, new adventures.  The man did not know whether this light would stay or go as the last did.  For now, he simply wanted to be happy and enjoy life with his new found light.