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Hatred

Waking every morning is a labor of malice and hatred

Clawing my body back from sleeps peacefully semblance of death

I do not long for this world I do not desire it

There is no bounty or passion in its embrace

My mind and my soul are desperate for the finality of oblivion

Yet, every day, I wake not because of life or love but in spite of it

I will not accept the damnation of my end

Not until I have outlived the pallid, white faced ghosts of my past regrets

I can't accept my death until I have ushered every one of them to their's

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

War

In the dark that lingers before the dawn

There in all heroes and monsters spawn

Born of doubt or hope, virtue or sin

Their battles are waged deep within

A life addled restless mind

That dreams fitfully, restlessly in kind

The truest semblance of promised death

A dreamers sleep of peace bereft

To wake when one victor has the say

Guiding the thoughts an entire day

Till nights embrace beckons them in

For the fight to begin again

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Orisha Loa

My Gods are old beyond ancient

Of winds, waves, mountains, and flames

Beyond stars and beyond distance

I can scarcely say their names

Some are sweet waters and honey

Others woods, horns, thickets and glades

There are those that are abundance and money

And those that are hammers, iron, and blades

I stand in awe of all they offer

Am humbled by all they know

Deeply comforted by their love

And enlightened by the visions they show.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

....

How long has it been since I've seen your face

Kissed you deeply and been drunk on the taste

How long has it been since your embrace

Wrapped tightly around, holding me in place

My life and my bed are empty without you

Can't breathe, can't sleep, can't dream without you

Without you, all hope is lost

So I scream, and I cry and pray you'll return no matter the cost

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

We are all of us in turn, user then used; thus, the shameful cycles repeat time and time again forever.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

I do not know how to achieve victory. All I can do is endure and hope. Whether I'm saved in the instant or forgotten and lost; the world will go on spinning, so long as someone can dance on it.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

To My Mentors, My Saviors, and My Lovers

The light behind the eyes has faded

The muses long forgot

The nephilim dreams all invaded

By a world that broke the plot

Psions of our worst iniquities have gathered for the feast

And now, no love, no inspiration can quiet the yowling beast

Once, there were so many saviors that light could only grow

But now, after so many failures, where did they all go?

Pierced upon prides great folly, they've broken all their wings

Tell me then my mourning witness, can you accept such things

Who remains to ressurect great Osiris?

Perhaps the dreamers know, but too far fled are all their lovers

I don't believe they'll show.

A path too long trodden by fools that can not comprehend

And once the last Satyr stops his mournful dance

That's when the nightmares win

So my grace is slow and falters lost, yet not forgot

But my courage fled long ago and left me here to rot

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

We are the manifestation of all their grief and all their suffering; we are the fulfillment of all their rage, all their hatred, and we are owed a debt of blood on their behalf. Either yours or someone else's. Choose now.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

It can be sublime, bittersweet, and terrifying to experience someone becoming who they always were.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Holding On

How many loves have I carried

How many broken hearts

Is it any wonder I fell apart

All of me broken, scattered to the wind

Bereft of my soul, where to begin

Still I hold on chasing echoes of you

Now, at my last, what more can I do

My heart is full of holes, I cannot fill

A heart bleeding from you and still

I'm holding on, draining my will

Death gathers like smoke, moves in for the kill

My path is clear, and my mind is set

As my life and light fade, I'll never forget

The look of you, your taste, your feel

Pieces of you that are still real

I'll make a way to you. My passion remains

Driving me forward despite the pain

I'm still holding on, I thought you should know

I'm still holding on though you've let me go.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Finally

Finally, at last, the moment has come

I'm battered and broken, my body is numb

As I lay at full length, the demons have won

You may think poorly, of me in defeat

But I tell you truly my victory is sweet

No more trials are left to complete

And so may I rest in this plot

To no longer ply an earthly lot

Sleeping, eternal in this spot

While I lay sleeping at peace in my head

So contentedly, I lay at length in this bed

You can not help but think me dead

But do take heed, whatever it seem

As I asleep, awake from this dream

Embracing realities glorious gleam

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr