Judgement - Mankind's Last Word

I am angry
Seeing apathy in motion,
An open sore and twisted ocean
False words on painted faces
Where economy erases
Definition.
Suck your platitudes like lollies,
Revel in the constant follies
Your devotion to myth as science
Grates my cheese and self-reliance
I am whole, but you would eat me,
For it's not enough to cheat me
Shovel it, there's no denying
That you're busy seated crying
'Justify and tell me why'
While I break your mirror, death-defying...

Alter your illusion, save confusion
If I get tired, it's not diffusion,
I am the panic in your rose-glasses,
The absurdity, the farces -
Take a chance, get off the pony,
Before you judge yourself as phony,
This is life, not bloody Sony,
Stop marketing yourself to me
I don't buy unless I need.

Wag your finger, I'll wag my tail,
I don't tell people they are frail,
I don't cheer when someone falls,
I don't jeer at imperfection, your defection
Is your call.
Mind the stairs, I'll mind my business
There's enough inside the limits
To produce for me infinity,
Beyond the mind of the killing kind;
Generosity that's witless is as
Vicious as cruel ignorance -
Don't try to break me when I bend,
I'll only stand up and defend,
My right to be here to MY end.

As myself, I don't deny you life.
Confirming you is not my validation
It is the constipation of a world
Still seeking affirmation;
"Please me and be yourself"
I hear the shrieking child,
The cry of humanity gone wild,
The enlightenment of words that are not
Understood or heard.
Logic overridden by a mask of the unforbidden -
"Let go, be free, because I have given you permission."
Fix-it man with the can-do can of glue and twigs -
Fix what when nothing is broken?
Words are meaningless to be spoken
When they frame and limit and frustrate
The natural growth, the living token
Of a life.
Don't teach life through wisdom -
It's just a reflective prism,
Breaking light into colours,
Getting eyes to see wonder,
Be refracted, not reflected,
Be in awe of man's perspective -
Through it all, there will be judgement.

Emerge

Revelation of open air,
The body brought bare,
Surrounded in image
Buried alive
The sound of sight,
And all that makes light -
Could it blind one who breathes?
For mortal mind and wound are one
In the world's nest of rages,
Summoned by ages
Detail the cages
From which we emerge......

Zian Silverwolf.

Revelation #4603

Broken face, I don't remember you.
Soft voice in darkness, you are gone.
Too many memories made without you
Too many days have passed alone.

Hollow mind, you didn't make me,
There was a soul here before you.
Hidden paths already taken,
Dances danced in many shoes.

Mirrored wall, I was mistaken.
Choices made beyond the veil.
But it is the tale of the forsaken
That is written all too well.

One hundred names, one hundred faces,
They are so different to my mind.
They walked away to different places,
I walked alone that I could find

There is no power in denial.
There is no fear when all is done.
There is no need to hear your voice now
You are gone, yet I have won.

Loose Ends

I can embrace the madness,

And put away the sadness.

The story's always ending,

So I can stop pretending.

I'm here now,

I found how

To stop the fraying, keep from straying.

I held on

For too long

Still hesitating, always waiting, now I'm breaking....

I can give you everything you need,

But it's not in what I give that you receive.

Only what I take can make the difference

Leave you free to feel the love and go the distance.....

A life that's never-ending

And so I'm ever-mending.

I walk away from silence

To taste my inner violence.

A sharp blade

I won't fade

Away to nothing, see me standing here.

Still bleeding,

I'm feeding

On all I find inside my mind, he is my kind......

I can see the sun, in the wintertime,

I can see the rain, even when it shines,

I can see you, now that I'm no longer blind,

A poem for.....

I walk the path that I know

And chase away the rainbows.

The anger won't deny me

The danger still invites me.

I'm only,

Not lonely,

For there's still the moon and shadows of the night.

I'm restless

This mess is

An empty blanket, ripped and rank and I won't thank it.....

And the sun will keep on shining,

And I will still smell the roses,

And the music keeps on playing,

While the world goes through it's poses again.

That's what it's like, to find a friend.....

oh yeah.

lyrics

copyright Zian Silverwolf. 2010

In The Summer

Sky-born clouds paint day

As stars and moon paint night.

Rising sun at dawn breaks silence,

Falling dream is memory's flight.

Footsteps haunt corridors in sleep

Scented whisper of a name is the ghost.

Hollow laughter stalks shadows after midday,

Cluttered emptiness is left for the host.

Shaken soul awakes in the evening,

Matted hair and eyes filled with sweat.

Ripped from shallow nightmares distant,

Staggering from the echoes of regret.....

It's too hot to sleep.....

Your Way

Many paths walked

And avenues wandered,

Problems I've solved

And puzzles I've pondered.

A life lived in answers,

But the questions unknown,

The journey is endless

When you continue to grow.

Eagles have eyes,

But the present cannot.

When none know your history

They don't know what you've got.

What you've earned with your efforts

What you've paid to pave the way.

Who you are from your learning,

Where you've been in your day.

Take a page from your future,

Know your ways with a smile,

For where you travel next,

Only you know the miles.

And for the blind present

That knows nothing of you -

It is their disadvantage

When they assume what is true.

A Memory

Delusion,

You sit like a thorn in my mind,

You ache like a muscle torn,

You moan like a whore at work....

Dissolution,

The night is clear as day,

My dark friend went away,

Music brought me absolution....

Performer,

Weave a spell for unbelievers,

Tell a story like a seizure,

Give 'em hell for secrets hidden.....

Singer,

Trapped and born, wrapped in scorn,

Lit by blazes, warped by hazes,

Your throat is now my trumpet.....

Loner,

You were always on the stage,

Unwashed and slightly dazed,

For your mind remains a maze.....

Woman,

Hellbent fury, sound and violence,

Never visited by silence,

It is your sound that heals your world.

The Storm

A restless heart beats in the night,

A lonely hand scratches with a pen in silence.

Quiet candles softly flicker in the gloom,

And a clock ticks dreadfully,

Beats time sinfully,

A word turns to an image of doom.

Wandering eyes search dark corners

Turning inward, seeking phrases,

Fettered by letters and a marching mind,

And the rain starts painfully,

Thunder rolls disdainfully,

And the rhythm of the darkness is unkind.....

"Dear Mum,

The power is out again due to another storm...."