No Timid Soul

I’d rather be brave and go down in flames

Than live like a coward and never savour victory’s taste

Rather be hated for who I am – and yet be true

Than be successful and loved for lying to you

I miss more than I hit, fail more than succeed

But find me with timid souls, that day will never be

I am no timid soul

I will rise like a lion bold

And if I fail – if I die

Won’t be because I didn’t try


Enough Words

We have had enough words here

Let’s put our cards on the table

Enough of all these things we speak

Let’s see if we truly are able

All these words – so many things said

But what if we got up and did

Instead of just speaking hollow things

And with our hands and feet proved it?

Stop telling me who you are

Walk ahead and show me instead

Enough theories – let’s put them to the test

Who knows how far off we are from death

Enough with words. Let our actions speak

Of so many words, my ears have grown weary

I need something more on which to live

Sustain me with action lest I pass on early

Descent into Hell

They say some fall to hell in a waste basket.

But not so many as slide there with good intentions yet regrets.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Glory of words with not enough justification of actions

So gradual we hardly see our feet gradually slipping

Till hell’s toxic atmosphere we suddenly breathe

And now our souls are crushed by the darkness – the absence of light

When all that is love, life, and right is swallowed up by a tangible night

The irresistable urge of our depraved desires and fallen inclinations

A veneer of civilization atop that of pure degradation

We now slowly drift towards the bottom – eternal death our destiny

Tortured by our failure and God’s absence for eternity.

We flounder and fail – for this path to Hell is slippery

And at every turn we find ourselves affronted with treachery

Agh, if only we had known – that no matter how noble the deed

Or how good it seems – there’s a hook when the devil whispers in your ear

Just a little to the left, just sit back and relax. Let gravity take up the slack

And you’re drifting down to Hell’s gates with slim chance of getting back

Devils clinging onto your ankles, begging you to stay

You’d run, but they appear as angels come to whisk you away

So to their lying tongues you listen, and further into the lion’s cave

Till suddenly they transform and reveal their real shape

And now you find yourself lost in an ever spiralling abyss

Desperately trying to climb back out, drowning in the darkness

Tears of a Man

Tears – they fall – running down chiselled grooves

Till they from the sculpted framework of living flesh are loose

Fallen yea, yet in them memories not forgotten

Pain and sadness from which these tears are begotten

These here, be the tears of a man – the manifestation of inner pain

When innocents fall prey to enemies and those he loves fall away

When it seems the battle never ends – when he begins to faint

And a little voice inside whispers, Don’t give up yet.

Tis then that tears of a fighting man begin to form and fall

They form and fall – down into the cursed unforgiving soil

Tears of pain – for all those who should’ve stayed

The friends, family, covenants made – but only ghosts here today

The knives thrust into the back, the double talk, double walk

Of folks who one who never imagine to with the enemy consort

These here be tears of sadness- for all the battles lost

He still stands in his integrity, but oh what a cost.

Sadness – for those who left who swore they never would

For all the places and people he could help if only they would

But now they fall, and none can lift then up

They fall in the streets and they perish er the sun comes up

Sadness – for all those opportunities he missed along the way

Regrets of things he could’ve changed – but made a mistake instead.

All the chains of the past that he drags behind of which he’ll never be free

Tears that fall because he knows he was better than this.

Tears of a mighty man – here they lie in the sand

Because sometimes there’s things he doesn’t understand

And somehow, as the tears glide away fron his eyes

They carry that anguish and pain outside.

And even as he breaks down and weeps

Inside are chains breaking that set him free