Seeking opposites

Those seeking dark places grow brilliantly bright;
Those seeking the brightness, will never find light.

Rock & Roll

Just take them old records down off of the shelf.
I'll be sitting and listening all by myself.
Today's type of music just hasn't the soul,
So go on and say it, "Man, you're getting old!"

So call me old-fashioned, whatever you will.
And say that I'm ancient and over the hill.
Today's type of music ain't got the same soul,
So play me that old school, they rock and they roll!

I guess the spirit grabbed and moved ya,
Occupied and overthrew ya.
'Cause you don't care for music, do ya?
But heard you singing:  hallelujah!

Lament for Vendetta

Do you remember the fifth of November:
The gunpowder treasonous plot?
The harvesting season that witnessed the scheming,
The powder that failed to be shot.
And then did defame him, and draw, quarter, hang him:
The sentence that mercy forgot.
On the fifth we remember, the callous dissenter,
That failed in his villainous plot.

How to Save a Life

Had I known to save a life,
I would've stayed with you all night.
Kept vigil 'til the morning light,
To keep away what brings such fright.

The dark does march in step with strife.
Its soldiers march for you tonight.
But don't lose heart, 'cause we just might
Know what it takes to save a life.

When I'm Gone (Autumn remix)

When I'm long, and when I'm gone,
And when my last breath has been drawn,
You'll find some comfort in this song:
'Cause you're gon' miss me when I'm gone.

I can't relate, 'cause how I hate
To circum-navi-ambulate.
So take your ticket long way 'round,
And bore me not with sight and sound.

And take your whiskey bottle two,
and go on gaping at the view.

I'm never saying nothing new,

And autumn leaves have vibrant hue.

But you're gon' miss me by my head.

Yeah, you're gon' miss me when I'm dead.

Right now I know you do not care.

But you're gon' miss when I'm not there.

The scenic roads got mountain, rivers.

Sights to surely make you shiver.

And these are facts I can't deny,

But still I let them pass on by.

Why would we take the long way 'round,
When open path direct?
The sights and sounds abound, abound
And earn my due neglect.
You're awed, inspired while I grow tired.
'Cause me?  I'm not impressed.

So build the funerary pyre,
And light it with respect.

But when the awesome trees are bare,

And sights aren't worthy of your stare,

And winter snows are so much glare--

You're gon' look if I'm still there.

'Cause when I'm long, and when I'm gone,
And when my last breath has been drawn,
There'll be some echo of this song.
Yeah, you're gon' miss me when I'm gone.

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Been a long time since I picked up the pen (err keyboard?) actually I have a buncha stuff in an incomplete state that I never sat down to finish so consider this one one off my queue, a poetry remix of  When I'm Gone

Ronin

Without a key, the gate won't open.
Master-less, the swordsman ronin.
Too stubborn to renounce the sword,
Ronin:  he, without a lord.

When I'm gone (remix)

I got my ticket for the long way down.
Two pence for th' boatman pays the way.
And I sure could use some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'ya say?

When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my head.
You're gonna miss me when I'm dead.
Yeah, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone.

I got direct won't take the long way 'round.
Ten bucks is nothing for the way.
And I sure could use some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'ya say?

When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me yes my friend.
You're gonna miss me at the end.
Yeah, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone.

The Hanging Tree (Blind Eye)

They strung a man last night they did:
They say he murdered three.
A man who is that meek and mild,
You know that wouldn't be.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
and stranger we shall see.
So tell me, will I find you, friend,
Beneath the hanging tree?

They strung a man last night they did:
I fear the next is me.
I cut the man on down I did,
Denied the crows a feast.
I dug a grave of proper depth,
Let worms to have the meat.
You won't believe what happened next:
The dead man spoke to me!

The birds and beasts know when to flee,
You're not as bright as they.
Midnight brings you to this tree,
but soon it will be day.
And when they see what you have done,
There will be hell to pay.
You should have left the crows to pick
And maggots to decay.

The reaper comes to drag asunder
Claim I murdered three.
The last words that I ever uttered:
Lover, won't you flee!
My ghost won't rise another day,
Your eyes, they shouldn't see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree

They strung a man last night they did,
and now they're stringing me.
The devil sleeps within, inside,
They say I murdered three.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
No man should ever see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree.

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Tried my own version of The Hanging Tree, it seems to have come out even more morbid than the original, mission accomplished I guess *shrug*

There are some things you can't outrun.
Like death, like tax, like light from sun.
My piece holds six, I need but one:
Outstrip, outpace, outrun my gun.

99 Red Balloons (A cover)

Here it is, a souvenir!
This, my proof, the world was here!
I know you don't remember when...
Now, we're beasts; we once were men.

We built such structures, scraped the sky.
In metallic birds, we used to fly.
The cities built are now all dust,
But used to shine before this rust.

And this right here, it points the truth.
They're not just stories, here's the proof!
So won't you listen one more time:
Of red balloons, count ninety-nine?

Me, your mother; her and I
A lil toy shop that we did spy
And purchased with our change combined
Those red balloons, count ninety-nine.

We filled them up and made a wish
And then released them, just like this.
We let them fly, and never guessed,
The hawks perceived it as a threat!

Fighter jets, count ninety-nine,
Shot our balloons out of the sky.
Debris it fell on neighbor right,
And war machine, it sprang to life!

And neighbors from directions three--
It would be four, but for the sea--
Provoked we did, their awesome might
And one by one, excuse to fight.

Guns and bombings, fire! fire!
Chaos, sobbing, dire! dire!
A dog of hell, it slipped that day
The pack that followed wiped world away.

It's best you don't remember when...
We once were beasts, but now we're men.
The wintered earth, it's naught but dust
But used to shine before this rust.

And here it is, a souvenir:
This, my proof, the world was here
A cosmic joke that it remains
the instigator of this pain.

A lone balloon, and helium gas.
Fill it up, and tie it fast.
And let's release it, just like this.
A message that, we still exist.

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Haven't written in a while, got inspired when I came across this song again, and thought I'd use it as inspiration for a spoken word piece.  My version's more bittersweet, and less rocking but you know...

All men must die, and I'm the same.
All men must die, and birth's to blame.
'Cause if it never came around,
I'd never find me 'neath the ground.

How can I get by and lie
And subsequently wonder why
I'm earthly bound and cannot fly
How dare I, dare I, wonder why

Take me to Church (Remix Deux)

My lover's got humor, she's giggle at fun'ral.
And completely indifferent to your disapproval.
The devil may care and she does all that moves her.
And as for my part, should have worshiped her sooner.

Voracious wants exceed the need.
The feral beasts you do not feed.
Along the road that plants the seed.
There's neither glamour nor prestige.

Scholarly blues

I tripped the young scholar and learned the ole fool.
The former said, "Why, make me look like a tool?"
I made you look toolish because you are foolish.
Because that I can, be the reason I do this.

And also because of the smirk that you wear.
And holding your nose so high up in the air.
So I did push you off from the loft of your perch
And unceremonious, landed in dirt.

The ladies dig giggle, the gents they guffawed.
'Cause they all were so eager to watching you fall.
So I crept up behind you and toppled you good.
And all of the world was just hoping I would.

The fool you looked down on, inherits the earth.
The scholar, so lofty, the subject of mirth.
So die your death deathless for all that it's worth
'Cause mis'ry loves comp'ny and you're not the first.

I crashed your posh party, snuck off with the wine.
I plucked all the grapes and now bare is your vine.
Snuck up behind you and and tripped you supine.
If name you must call me it's Jester Divine.

Some men are gangsta, murd'rous thieves
Who want the world brought to it's knees.
The only thing their black hearts yearn:
Ignite the globe, and watch it burn.

Take me to Church (Black Widow Remix)

My lover's like knife-edge, she's colder than ice.
She don't bother feigning a little bit nice.
Woman that boss, tried to make her my wife.
And black widow they pair, yes, for only one night.

You're looking me down, so high up on your perch.
And sizing me up for your black little hearse.
I've abandoned the upward, I'm just getting worse.
Please rescue, please darling, pray take me to church!

I'll beg like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
If I can't take the lows I'm not worthy the highs.
I'll be licking your face as you twist in the knife.
"Roll over, good dog!"  Let me give you my life!

You're looking me down, so high up on your perch.
I won't be your last, certain I'm not the first.
So give me death deathless for all that it's worth.
Do consecrate darling, pray take me to church!

I'm dirty, so tainted: original sin.
The demon's delight and the angel's chagrin.
Now say me farewell to this realm full of men.
So take me to church!  Hallelujah!  Amen!

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Poetry remix of Hozier's - Take me to Church

Gemini Complex

I am the one who courts the dark.
I am the suitor of the spark.
Reach from mine mythology.
I am the voice of reverie.

I am the watcher on the wall.
And the tragedy befall.
I am the sword beyond the shield.
I am the farmer of the field.

I am before the seas did pool.
I tricked the scholar, learned the fool.
I am the athlete's crippled friend.
'N I'll be after world does end.

I am the killer, cried the tears.
I am the voice that no one hears.
Erudite, illiterate much.
I am the sum you cannot touch.

I am the not so distant stars.
I am the hurt that left the scars.
I am the stardust of the dirt.
I am the heavens on the earth.

I am the knot that breaks you stride.
Was never born, so cannot die.
In the mud that worm does writhe.
I am the great and smallest size.

Reach from mine infinity.
I am the angst you cannot free.
Preach from mine mythology.
I am what I am strive to be.

At first, was unwilling, want not to be born.
Then forced 'twixt the thighs, I've arrived so forlorn.
It all came so sudden, want not to come here.
As evidenced by my loud cries and these tears.

Even broken clocks are right, exactly twice a day.
But clocks that run too fast or slow are wrong in every way.

Song of Reprieve

From this fate most heinous, save:
The castigation of the grave.
Men, they all must meet their death.
Though time approaches, beg, "Not yet!"

And I, the Demon's Head, do pray
Behalf this man I send today.
Forgive his vices, pardon sins.
This man I send:  do pity him.

Flames of Hell, reserve your ire.
Do not kiss him with your fire.
And succubi, who hold such sway,
When him you see, do look away.

'Cause Death, unbiased, comes for all.
And Hell, a place that all men fall.
This man I send, receive him well.
And give him comfort in his cell.

Thus I, the Demon's Head, command:
Do no torture to this man.
So succubi, just turn away.
And flames of Hell, you stay at bay.

Until I come back down to reign,
This man incurs no further pain.
I stripped the life from out his breast.
His eyes, they begged me, "Sir, not yet!"

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This is my verse rendition of Ras al Guhl's dark prayer from Arrow season 3 mid-season finale

This, my trial.  This, my cross.
This, my gold, and I'm the dross.
Make me molten, hear me scream,
Then skim another piece of me.