Futility

Open your eyes just for a while to see the truth

That so many young people have lost their youth

Not just to war, but to the memories that follow

Leave your heart feeling hollow cause it’s a hard pill to swallow

And now as time passes and wars come to end

We all know that another one is about to begin

And men in suits that sit behind mahogany desks

Will sign papers in blood to send our brothers to their deaths

They’ll stand in line to sign away their lives to fight

Because they’ll always believe in fighting for what’s right

And if they die, it’s fine, because it’s for a better tomorrow

And that fact makes it worthwhile to make

memories that are hard to swallow

And if I fall

Pick up my gun

Fight my fight

Until the fight is won

And if I die

Take care of my son

And never tell my family

Bout the things I’ve done

Cause if they see

The blood we spilled

All the freedoms they enjoy won’t seem so real

And if I cry

The tears are for you

Stay safe up there and I’ll see you soon.

It was so hot

But your eyes were so cold

As your skin turned white

And we said goodbye

They say we’re heroes

We say it’s a lie

Heroes don’t watch as their brothers lose their lives

So keep watching T.V. for a glamorized version of war

While we keep popping pills and drinking our fill ‘til we can’t remember it no more

And every day when we put on out uniforms

We’ll remember and pray for every single life that’s gone

And I thank God it wasn’t mine, that my family is still beside me That I can still pick up my son as he stares up wide eyed at me

And for the son whose dad is gone, your dad’s the true hero

For every battle won, there’s a son without a father

A mother all alone who’s still trying to raise their daughter

It might not be pleasant, but maybe for a day

We can all stop and think about the soldiers in their graves

And to all my brothers and sisters – my family in arms

Just do your best to keep on fighting and to stay away from harm

And if there comes a day when you’ve had all you can take

Just go home, you’re not alone, and yes, you’re still brave

Just take a break…so you don’t break

Don’t ever accept the fate of an early grave.

If we die in battle, it’s a price we sometimes pay

But don’t ever let the memories take your life away

We’re all here, so fight the fear and live another day

Doric is Corinthian

I want to be respectable

I want you to think that I’m brave and strong

Even when I’m crumbling on the inside

I want you to think that I’m fair and wise

Am I a man

Can I be your friend

And still be your father

Am I ready

For you to see

Every move I make

Am I a man

I want to be the one with all the answers

And I want you to think that I’ve conquered all my fears

I strive to be absent of ambition

And I want you to know that I’ll always provide

Am I a man

Can I be your friend

And still be your father

Am I ready

For you to see

Every move I make

Am I a man

I want you to grow and be what I can’t be

And I want you to show love to all

I want you to be absent my demons

And I want you to be whoever you are

Am I a man

Can I be your friend

And still be your father

Am I ready

For you to see

Every move I make

Am I a man

This Present Dystopia

I come from a sacred land

Where the crows aren’t the only ones who eat the dead

Where owls aren’t the only ones with a memory

Where rain rises up from the ground we walk on

Fame in a name is as rare as a unicorn

And death is just a thing of make believe

Old men can turn young again

And love is a thing that’s freely given

And then I wake up to see that it’s all a dream

Now I see a thirsty world

Absent of all water

Silently I cry a tear

For my unborn daughter

And then I fall hopelessly back into sleep

My True Nature

Deep within me

There’s potential to be bad man

It’s a constant fight

To control the anger I have and

I feel a killer just arising up from within

And withal I am, I constantly try to control him

It makes me sick

To simply speak to a stranger

Don’t get me wrong

I’d never put a soul in danger

But when I’m all alone I feel I can finally breathe…

So if you could, just all stay away from me

I feel a killer just rising up from within

And withal I am, I constantly try to control him

I bind in chains different parts of my mind

So you think I’m sane and let me stay on the outside

But if you could see me on the inside you’d run away

If you heard the voices in my head you’d be afraid

I feel a killer just rising up from within

And withal I am, I constantly fail to control him

Genocide Crusade

No one should ever have to stand alone

Across the ocean, in the deserts they roam…

But I hear their secrets from mouths still closed

And I try to shun my fears.

I hear in the silence what never was said

I can feel the tremors from those innocents dead

And if you ask me if there’s anything left

I’d fall silent too

But in the silence

There is freedom

Freedom from the noise

And on the Sabbath

We still gather

We gather to rejoice

The music gently playing echoes from within I’ve danced with the devil and been tempted by sin

Today I bear my cross, then I bear it again

As I fail to measure up

But still, he fills my cup

And in the silence

There is freedom

Freedom from the noise

And on the Sabbath

We still gather

We gather to rejoice

Buried Legacies

You think you have your demons; I have mine too

The difference is that you let them get to you

You think you’re lonely because you cry at night

The deepest loneliness is all on the inside…

It pulls your insides out…

Come talk to me again when you know what pain is…

Try faking that smile when your life is outside in

My wrists are bleeding, but nobody can see it

Things I can’t let go…things you can never forget…

But we can find a rhythm, keep going strong

Pretend it’s all worth-while and we’ll make it along

And if we’re lucky than we can leave a

legacy…

Leave a legacy…Six feet under

Come talk to me again when you know what pain is…

Try faking that smile when your life is outside

in…

My wrists are bleeding, but nobody can see it

Things I can’t let go…things you can never forget…

See I’ve been there, but I’m never going back

I know how it feels to live in the blackest night

Tell all your demons to go straight back to hell…

Back to hell where they belong

Come talk to me again when you know what life is…

Come tell me the day that you learn that life is love

Break all your shackles and you can be free again…

You can be free again, too….Free again.

EKG

There was a moment, when I thought I’d lost it all…

That’s when I realized, just how far that I could fall

A slowing rhythm, followed by the flattest tone…

That replays in your mind

In the moment when you know you’re all alone

My soul cries out, but no one hears a thing …

No point trying to be strong, no point in trying to be so fake

and I know now, that it won’t ever be the same

And I know that somehow

I need to try to keep myself sane

So many people ask me why I’m pushing so hard

And I say I know how it feels to be so far gone

And I’d rather be gone for the right reasons

Cause we’re only alive for a short season

And I see blood, and I see hate

And I’m falling in the black

Into the blackest place

And I give up, I can’t find love

I’m living on the edge Am I alive or am I dead?

This place is sweet seduction.

And I’d rather be here for the right reasons. 

Valhalla

The streets are paved in gold

Diamonds and rubies are all I see

But if you wait for heaven

Maybe you’re chasing the wrong things

The gold is fools’ ya know,

And I’ll never see the gemstones

Just look around you and you’ll see

A heaven you can take

Chaos breeds progress

That can’t be made in a comfort zone

So take on the problems

Even if you take them on alone

The Flames of Tadjourah

The world had become a flaming hell – impossible to tame

Yet, every man sought to quell the fire in the village that day

Children screaming, women crying, explosions from inside

As alcohol and powder spilled into flames that only thrived

Goats ran wild, bulls thrashed, a man impaled upon a horn

With no water to fight our flaming hell, we were mercy to God’s scorn

We threw dirt into the fire that day, praying for reprieve

When water finally did arrive, it fell boiling at our feet

I didn’t need to speak her language to know what she had said

In a desperate voice “He’s still inside!” but I knew he was long-since dead

Dark pale men lay all around me, passed out from smoke in lung

Shoes melted from our feet by then, but still we all fought on

Heroes of Tadjourah, every villager – one and all

That fire burning ocean-side, raging ever on…

Men would wake from smoke-filled sleep, and into battle once again

Some fought from roof above the flames, in my mind’s eye they fell in…

I realized it wasn’t flames I fought, but demons of the mind

For no matter how much time I bought, I’d soon leave that place behind

I shared a name with a village there, half-day’s journey up the road

Where for months, I sought to help its children with water, food, and clothes

This strange family all around me, we fought yet hand in hand

Me, the welcomed intruder to their magical foreign land

Neither primitive, nor heathen did I find the people there…

A desert tribe, yet still they thrived, despite the land so bare

And never once did hesitate to share what Allah gave them

With open hearts, they welcomed men sent by governments to enslave them

Eventually we, together, prevailed against the flame

The man who died, I realized, was my old self gone away

I learned many lessons there, this but one amongst the pile:

You may think God sent you to teach lesser men, but instead you’re learning all the while!