The hanged man

A satanic symbol
A cup of blood made into wine
The death of the divine
His flesh made into bread
that we eat in silent reverence for the dead
You were made to pay for our sins
But we still live on your grace
A miss shaped agonised face
You are said to be immortal
A portal to heaven
Where we can all live in paradise
We just have to drop our human vice
and be forgiven and believe
But did you die only for a story?
That an apple was picked from a tree
You took a fall for Adam and Eve and all humanity
Or was it just an elaborate con
That our civilisation leans upon
That we are taught that we are inherently evil
Or else we would live, love and forgive
Perhaps the universe understands
that humanity lives on a see saw
one day you're on top, tomorrow you're in free fall
The one gift we have is life
However short
Love each other understand others like you already knew
You don't have to be taught.

In the graveyard chapel
With the candle wicks nearly extinguished
Was a black dog who guards the grave of his master
Who's bond to this world is relinquished

Old bones sit in the mausoleum near by
Do the dead ever come back to the land of the living?
Sometimes the dog barks at seemingly nothing
But on Samhain when the divide between the dead and living is so thin
The ghosts of the deceased inhabit their homes again

The faint murmurs of voices heard a long time ago
The dog barks and the ghost light glows
People never seem to believe
Deceived by their own scientific nature
But if you stare into the mirror at Samhain
You can see the image of those who have passed

Maybe heaven or hell is not enough for these spirits to fit in?
Long forgotten souls their grave stones unwritten by time
Eroded away like the decaying of time
Youths flower fades into dust...

She is shadows
Her eyes are stars
I want to know her
But all I bear are scars
A bleeding heart
An echo in the caverns of a soul
Love is remembrance
Ink that stains the paper
Markings of a tattoo
You have inked my heart
With your name
But why is it all I feel is pain?

In the land of the blind
The one who can see with two eyes is called a madman
a freak.
They say it's better to see
But liars do preach
Teaching untruth through misconception
When your fed with lies
The more you eat the more you swallow.
We are one like the universe
We don't have to follow words that are hollow.

Here's your golden ticket
To life.
Freedom born from soldiers who died
How their wives cried
The consumers power you wield
Revealed in the tear stained eye of workers
who worked to the bone.
As you'll have to...
Your religion built from guilt
The flowers in Babylon wilt
But at least they still grow.

My sun has gone
I chased him across parks
With football games
I ran with him
In my dreams
Screamed out his name
Patience wasn't my game
The cards I played never won
My sun is gone
I chased him in the silence
Daydreamed skies where we played
Like birds
Words now tear me down
I caught a name in a letter she wrote
She named the sun
I have pictures
In my heart and my mind

I am the message, I inspire
set souls on fire.
A vestige of hope in days of darkness
I speak words of revolution
I can be the solution if you act now
so don't detract from the words I am saying
and the message given
which is driven home with concrete verbs and feeling
sealing the change for the future
I teach I nuture souls with love and not disdain
I heal the pain of the poor
but i shame the guilty with words fired like justice driven arrows
to make them atone for their sins
but I let them change themselves within
and their ways
I am the message
think feel me
absorb my words.