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


What if – the next time we meet

We could be honest?

Tell what really lies in our hearts

Bare our souls in sharp daylight?

What if we could speak, face to face

Without having a plastic mask in place?

No foolish games left to play.

Honesty in every word we say?

What if I could speak without fear

Tell you of all the ruin in here

The days I’ve wasted away

Tell you that us being apart is not okay?

Tell you of all the regrets that cluster

Every time the courage I muster

To look through past memories

At the smiles and happiness

What if I could be open?

And despite my show, I’m really broken?

Not care that I’m meant to be strong

Show my wounds and say I can’t go on.

What if we could talk openly for once

Not fear that the other will judge

Feel instead, the warm arms of love

That can heal scars that still leak blood?

What if you could be honest with me?

Actually talk instead of just leave?

What if you could tell me what you feel?

Not riddles, not plays, just emotions that are real?

What if we could be honest? Let our tears fall.

I grow weary of all this shallow talk

If we can’t resolve, then can’t we forgive?

Let each one of us go free to live?

If only we could talk honest

These things I could confess

That I hate myself for failing you

And deep inside I still love you

If I could, I’d go back and change it all

Be the person I should’ve been all along

And there are nights when I dream

That you’re with me and the sky’s clear

But reality is – I’m a broken, ruined and lost

A weak, floundering mess.

Guess I’ll just keep going on and trying my best

Maybe one day – one day we can be honest

Ten Thousand Parts

Said I to myself, Where is your heart?

Broken, in the dust, in ten thousand parts

I done spent so long, trying to restore

The heart I had ‘fore it fell on the floor

But for every piece I find

There’s another hundred denied.

After all these years, stuck in one place

Trying to find each missing piece

Starting to think there’s no help to be found

For my heart’s in ten thousand pieces all o’er the ground