I finally tracked him down: the person within me who could live without you So I made him a cup of tea and he began to prattle About the demonic conductor of my symphonic heartbeats, And the chthonic tranquility you once deposited into my life stream. He sniggered at how, even now, I still attempt to draw from that diluted reservoir In an attempt to discover anything more glorious that a utopian delusion, An unwarranted euphoria derived from what someone might call the “good times”- If I gave you the benefit of the doubt and admitted there really was a time your love wasn’t fictitious. But, I digress Because I wish you the best Even if the good times discarded are times I should regret There was a time when you uncovered my covert capacity for unexpurgated bliss- The likes of which I had dismissed As myth or at the very least unrealistic to attain. Even if all of the solace I find in our memories is disingenuous, I still thank you for way you fooled me. And that’s why I screamed at him. After the nightcap, I chased him out of the house for even flirting with the idea of his own existence. For I have not the fortitude to meet with him for more than just a few moments. Right now, I choose to cherish our memories until I forget that I love you, Until the day I’ll be ready to unite with my harbinger of recovery.
The Harbour quakes as we break your Boom, The Nemesis Sails-Harbinger of doom, A New Chapter - the Sly Celt Raptor, Bain **** proceed us-Scream in rapture As The Bodhran shakes your eardrums shatter, Lightning rakes- your defences Scatter,
It's raiding season!-Take your Oars!, Boats filled to the brim with Ores and ****** our targets-fat Merchants waddle, Crimson seas as the Forces Battle
The Morrigan Swaddles our mind with the caul (call) no Mercy asked(None Given!) SLAY ALL Widows scream as they're dragged to the Ship Towns burn to ash in our wake as we rip, A Blood red Swathe Through the Dawn in the east, As the Nemesis Sails,The Harbinger Feasts...
This is the second of "The Nemesis Tales" (Number one is just called The Nemesis and is up here) a Serial tale based around a Demon Ship called somewhat obviously The Nemesis, there will be blood!
I will ride this horse Until I'm shot down And even then I will Crawl along the ground Until I lift my eyes And I can see that right Has won the battle Against greed and might.
I will pull myself up Through blood and pain Until not one square mile Of hatred will remain. I will call out those who Label villainy other names And strive to make them see That evil is just the same.
Up to that precious day I will never rest quietly Until peace in our world Shall lie and rest beside me, Until this will come to pass I, the discontented messenger, Will point the way to integrity, And be its constant harbinger.
I cry beware, there's danger there, But nobody is listening. I raise my voice and twist my face. There are tears glistening. I can see it coming like an **** beast. Why the **** can't they smell it at least? This is going to be like a four-year tsunami, But sadly, one that won't go away.
All the things we know to be destructive Are waiting in the wings. The freedom of us and our nation May not survive this thing. While promises of greatness resonate The putrid smell of recent history So impatiently waits the doom While fools bemoan their misery.
The train wreck of modern life Reverberates in the ears of the wise And distractions abound in media While lies are waved before the eyes Of those loo lazy to leave the couch To vote or attend meetings or speak; To stand up for the rights they have Or find the peace they say they seek.
The national criminals are thrilled Meanwhile, we are trained to wail And call evil names about trivia; About things like someone’s email And who stands or sits at a game, Or who is fornicating with who While, for some, there is nothing Too immoral some other person can do.
Fine droplets yearn in time discern Moving while script written We find beauty in forms we yearn In sweep of wind listen Our world a heart, rain is the mould Watch skies in blood towards rolled Our world, a heart Our world, a heart Clouds harbingers of lives untold