The Great Campaign

Lay down your shield
She doesn't want your protection, anymore.

Lay down your sword
She doesn't want you to fight for her, anymore.

Lay down your helmet
She doesn't need you valor, anymore.

Release your breast plate,
Let it fall to the dirt.
She doesn't need your strength, anymore.

Take off your sabaton
She doesn't want you to stand guard, anymore

Warrior unwanted.
Knight released.

Relieve your post.
March off into the night.

Love me dammit

Find a way to love me dammit!

I hurt you and you hurt me

But your face torments my mind

So find a way to love me dammit.

Like a time lapsed sunset, 

my world went into darkness when you left

I raced to find greener fields but came upon a dessert

So find a way love me again dammit

I kissed my soul into yours

we filled that jug of bliss and now it's in pieces, 

there's no one else to give it to.

So find a way love me dammit

I swear I hated you for breaking my heart

Living with a hollow in my chest

Now I cant love anyone again

So find a way to love me again dammit

You sit in your pain, well I sit in a void 

plastered with walls of your face and how we touched

Crushed by how intense our pleasure was

So find a way to love me dammit

I can't walk away, because my legs won't move

I cant love again because my heart was branded as yours

I can't feel again because my skin is you

So find a way to love me again dammit

Blaze me with your anger

Go ahead, shout your pain in my face

I can't go anywhere anyway

So find a way to love me again dammit

List out all the things I did

Guilt me with everything I did

But will bare it until you're done

So find a way to love me dammit

Cast away from your heart

but I'm chained to it

A lock that will not come off

So find a way to love me dammit

Give me back your embrace

Give me back your lips

Give me back your eyes.

Turn around and love me again...dammit!

Carcass

I stare inside on my life like a homeless beggar.

I watch my life proceed without me.

The party ensues.

No one realise or cares that my carcass on the table is simply that.

Music plays, people walk by, friends, family, strangers.

When they need something signed, they hold my hand on a pen and sign my name, laugh and walk away.

When they need money, they roll my body over and fish in my wallet for what they want, laugh and walk away.

Girlfriends and exes, sit on me and shove my rigored dick inside them, fuck me then walk away.

This whole party celebrates but mocks me at the same time.

I stare in.

Watching this life go on without me.

I'm dead, inside, but outside, I don't exist.

My shell is just for their amusement.

Their chatter of how they think of me is not whispered here, but openly shared like conquered quests, as they match story for story. Many lines starting with "remember that time..." then ending with everyone laughing.

My rotting body lays there and the bustle of the night flows on.

They lean on me as they talk and share drink. I guess they feel that means I was included.

They roll me over again and take more money.

A drunk girl leans over and proffesses how great her love is but then gets up and walks away.

Another straddles me again.

Everyone in this room is celebrating their benefit from me, but I am dead, inside and outside I don't exist.

Behind this glass window I watch time pass. I feel the season's on the back of my neck. But inside, my rotted stenched body lays and they party goes on.

They roll my body again and this time there was nothing to find so they curse me and walk away. The girls come over but there's nothing left to shove inside them, so they curse me and walk away. The drunk girl came back to proffess her love and when my dead lips didn't answer, she cursed me and walked away.

They came to use my signature but with crumpled fingers of no more use, they curse me and walked away.

People started to leave, not because of the stench of my corpse, but because there was nothing more they could use.

I watch them leave, until it was just me outside the window staring at me, dead inside. As they passed me outside, they glimpsed at me like I didn't exist. The real me never mattered. They turned their heads after seeing me...the real me, living, breathing, feeling. But that meant nothing to them. I might as well have been dead to them.

Silence took over. Standing alone outside the window to my life, watching the empty quiet room, as I wait to be adopted, by death. Maybe there, I will matter.

Cloud

Sometimes the cloud in your mind is so thick that everybody's advice only seems like lightning rather than a silver lining.

Sometimes the cloud is so thick you end up protecting the cloud.

Why? Because the cloud has become all you have.

Sunshine on your skin is an ancient parable.

A cool afternoon breeze seems like someone else's dream that you're not allowed to steal.

Misery is your milk, feeding the hopelessness in your veins and in your cloud, your supply is endless.

The cloud owns you, it dances you, it replaces your eyes with a grey space.

Nothing positive that comes in survives in your desert mind.

A trail of dead sunflowers mark a line off into the horizon back to somewhere you've forgotten.

You stare at it and wonder why it's there.

This cloud is yours.

Its gift, though a vast nothingness, makes you feel like a king of a thousand cities...wave at your subjects.

The cloud is your life, a magnificent blindfold serving as your crown.

The lightning strikes fade away and you go to sleep, in its bosom.

You Cannot Stop A Sunrise

2 men fought in the woods.

Eventually and as old as time the successor prevailed when the other was shoved off the cliff.  Sunrise marked this event but so did a woman who came out to pray and saw. He gave chase, for fear of witnesses. Succeeding again but this time needing to hide her motionless body, he dumped her body in a a lake. As he climbed out the lake the earth rumbled, cracked the lake's belly and drained the water away exposing the cocoon he intended for her final resting place. Dismayed, he dragged and buried her on the mountain side cursing the sky as he worked. The next day there was a terrible thunder storm causing a mud slide, unearthing her and sailing body down to the middle of the town and stopped right in front of the town church. The aftermath of search teams looking for the living found her. The cocoon eerily unwrapped by a rescue worker found a faint and very weak pulse and immediately rushed her to the nearest hospital. 

The woman recovered, suffering some brain damage. With a slow and agonizing 2 years of therapy, the woman was able to tell the police what she saw, what happened to her.  A subsequent search found the man 3 months later and he was sent to prison.

When he knocked her in her head she didn't die she only fell into a coma and in his haste, bound her body leaving some air and the earthquake came just in time before the air ran out. When he moved her body to bury her he put old ply wood over her body inadvertently leaving some air. When the mudslide unearthed her body, it flipped her on to the ply wood sailing her down the hill right to the church delivering her as on a sliver platter. 

Some say coincidence, others say divine intervention. I like to think that since God knows and sees all, this woman was born specifically to bare witness and was called into action that morning when he whispered to her to go out and pray. Once God declared her so nothing was going to stop that from happening because it was already written.

Bleed

Walking on broken glass, pieces slicing my feet.
But my only concern is that I don't bleed out before I make it back to you.
Your anger broke the windows and shoved me back.
I even took all my clothes off to show you I am not the enemy.
I walk this glass back to yo to show you that I'm here for you and only you.

My bare body, this walk, this blood, I dedicate to you, my love.
Your beast knows me, I'm sure of it, let me come and calm your soul.
Everyone walked away from you, but I do this walk towards you.
Let me be bare this witness to you.

I'll forget about the bruises, this time...again.
I'll forget about everything you said.
Just let me be yours.
Let me be your comfort.

What I see in you, no one else can see.
I see my home in you
No matter how many times you threw me out
Our love is meant to be.

This pain in my mortal body is my sacrifice to your throne
See how my bleeding  is silent as I only want to scream in passion for you.
Take my broken bare bleeding body
My life if yours as long as I get to love you.