Never Coming Back

The day I walked – that was the day I talked

Said to you, this work is not worth the cost it took

Finally owned up – some burdens are too much

Took what little stuff I had and picked my feet up

Started running where I’ve never before dared

You said I’d be back, begging and scared

Guess you never really knew me, let’s make this clear

I’m not one of your pawns who you think you own

I never asked to be here – and just to be clear

If you think I’m ever coming back – I’m never coming back.

This is the breakdown, fiery crucible, meltdown

All the little cracks merge, the straw breaks the camel’s back

I’m loathe to burn bridges, but beware your strutting britches

I’ve passed the pyromaniacs master degree class

But I ain’t got no pass in building o’er schisms vast

I burn my boats on the sand, cause I’m never coming back again

No millennial, need no safe space. I’m descendant of a warrior race

We detest the chains of vain men – we take pride in breaking free of them

Listen- you’re a snivelling, filthy rat. I got free and I’m never coming back.

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Inertia

The tendancy to be unchanged
Constanct resistance to change
In my prison cell bound with chains

Maybe stagnant, maybe moving straight
Inertia, will not sway nor deviate
No matter how long we wait

The constancy – both blessing and curse
If not careful, we wake in a hearse
For want of making the right turn

Naturally inclined to find the comfort zone
We our very kryptonite do own
Every time we to our natural instinct go

Natural tendancies can be suicidal
When the world is falling all around you
And thou didn’t stop to think what to do

The constancy of movements – the enemy’s joy
Taking careful notes so as to employ
The swiftest hidden way to thee destroy

Inertia – when the pace picks up
We fail to respond to the beating drum
Tis a matter of time till we’re dumped

Inertia – the inability to change
Despite the enemies that stand in our way
The certain doom if we refuse to turn away

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Six Feet Deep

I’ll rest when I’m six feet deep
While others mourn and weep
I’ll be in peace taking my sleep

Till then, i wage all-out war
Never, ever do I lay down my sword
i raise my eyes for enemies more

Vigilance is the price for safety we pay
Then my destiny is sealed away
By spiritual vigilance every day

Every giant, every dragon that come
I go forth to fight in the name of the one
Who will stand when all is said and done

And if the battle be too big for me
I will not falter nor retreat
For the Lord, He doth go before thee

And if from the high and lofty hill
Help doth fly, survive I will
But if it not, I will kill or be killed

I have sworn allegiance
To one king I’ve made obesience
And we are set for the defence

The best defence is offence
Don’t give the enemy a chance
Send back to hell what came from thence

Till my hand cleave to the sword
Till I breathe my last on a battleford
Till I hear the commendation of my Lord

I will press forth to the finish line
I will be victorious at the end of my time
I will claim all that is mine.

I’ll lose my comfort and sleep
I’ll get it back when I’m six-feet
Under the dust, buried deep.

 

Extraordinary Will

Victory doth not belong to those who are fastest

Neither is it taken by the strongest.

Those who seize are those who grind.

Regardless how weak, they hang on inside.

There are those stronger

There are those who are greater

But if they won’t do, what good is their skill?

Ordinary skill, extraordinary will.

I don’t care who you are, how rich, or strong

I’ll still be standing when you’re long gone.

I might stumble and fall, many times more

But I’ll rise back up until you finally fall.

I will out-work you. I will outlast you.

I will take all the hits, and still win the war

My Best Days

Some say I’m young, I think I’m old
Old enough to carry a grievous load
Old enough to carry plenty of regrets
Live each day with things i’d rather forget
All those years of invincibility
Got me in a whole lot of vulnerability
This man is not who he once was
Once whole, now broken, now tossed
Pieces of a heart missing – washed up
Looking at life like a half-empty cup
But somewhere deep inside
I feel that fire flickering, alive
And somehow I know, up ahead
I’ve still got my best days yet

Life is just a paradox, catch twenty-two
Caught in the middle is you
Must demolish to build, die to live,
Throw out to keep, Lose to win
Experience the tears, sweat, and pain
To have the triumph, victory, and gain
He who dares, will often fail
But tis will be the day he prevails
Every time I go down in the pit
I will emerge reborn from it
Fight harder, run swifter, be stronger
Breath deeper, play bolder, last longer
I was dead, so I buried me
But I will rise like a phonix. See
I’e been through hell and calamity
But my best days are still in front of me