it’s all the same to me

hands clasped in prayer, eyes screwed shut
crawl a mile on your knees; all for what?
devil on your shoulder, angel in the wind
wail for redemption, surely it’s the end.
sinners, cynics – laugh at the sky
one thing is certain, we are all gonna die!

champion

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turn away

Do not face the sun.
Solar flare, corona glare
negative imprint retinal scar
turn away, turn away
Deepening night, indigo blue
shadow hands touch future
long before I do

reaching

Bitter Rail

Bone to metal
betrayal and pride,
in the boxcar
for a white knuckle ride.

fists clenched, face pale
raging, racing
along the bitter rail

Destination: nowhere,
brutality and hate.
A useless course
a pointless chase.

Hang on and fail,
wasting life
along the bitter rail

hope

threads of brightness
shot through the dread,
life’s dreams woven
into the web.
Patterns of influence appear
renewed with change.
Shifting on the moving air