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Thursday 19 September 2013

Dance To Your Own Tune

Battalions and legions of lifeless creation
Spreading like vermin infecting this world
Swarming like roaches on a feast driven quest
Devouring the senses of weak and lame willed
Masters creations take his word to the masses
Venomous scriptures chanted by minions below
Cancerous preaching sucking life from all
All become one in the fires afterglow

And still their world ignites
Rotates and spirals through the void
dancing in the shadows of their underworld
Poisoned puppets screaming with one voice
"Control them all, defeat their will
Bring them down to the master's chamber
Make them dance to the master's rhythm
Every soul reaped gains another favour"

Marionettes dance to the hell born beat
Puppets dancing to their master's will
Changing step as his words drip like acid
Dancing blindly through lives born in hell
Forever following the path that was chosen
Forever moving to the will of the master
Never faltering in their trust in his guidance
No thought exists to escape from this chapter

And still their world ignites
Rotates and spirals through the void
dancing in the shadows of their underworld
Poisoned puppets screaming with one voice
"Control them all, defeat their will
Bring them down to the master's chamber
Make them dance to the master's rhythm
Every soul reaped gains another favour"

Angels and demons bow to their gods
Craven creations from a world of ignorance
Imposing their will on all that will follow
No rational thought in the steps of their dance
Your god is his devil, your devil his god
Though you don't know, you are one and the same
Both holier than thou in your firm belief
Whilst the world you believe in, is but a sham

© Fergus Martin

Sep 2013

Saturday 14 September 2013

Better Together

We formed a bond time could not break
We drove a path no others could make
We shared a dream that was equal to none
A whispering voice and our joy could be gone
Journeys we travelled were roads full of hope
Memories forged now a pale anecdote
Time spent in building a future secure
A whispering voice now makes you unsure
The world we created full of pleasure and gain
Spinning around becomes one full of pain
being as one we can triumph and rise
But the whispering voice seeks our demise
The strength that we had, whatever the weather
Proved beyond doubt we are better together
Our past glories united become a powerful force
But the whispering voice is breaking down doors
The whispering voice of craven deception
Whose only device is to play on perception
Your views he will skew with deceitful delight
And break the great bond that we once did unite
As I drop to my knees and speak to your heart
I know that you care, would not rip us apart
I know that you see that whatever the weather
When we stand as one, we are Better Together!

© Fergus 

A Fond Farewell

They gathered in their homes expectantly,
minds awash with the landscapes he created.
Staring at the vistas he had painted,
as they drifted through the windows of their lives.
Marvelled at the depths he tugged from deep within,
reminding them of moments they had experienced,
preying on their fears and teasing out their tears,
of distant memories and fortunes they shared alone.
Together they had nurtured and empowered him,
trusting that his words would give them peace,
and now they sat as one, but still apart,
once more waiting on his words with trepidation.

Entering their worlds, they fell silent,
tantalised by thoughts of words of wisdom.
What feelings would erupt from deep within?
What memories would be awakened by his words?
What hidden truth would he light upon this evening?
Where would he take us now on this journey?
What scene would be created by his mind?
And so they gathered here again, but still apart,
every second waiting, building for the moment.

And when he spoke in gentle tones, they craned to hear,
his words sprung from the page with raw emotion,
this time not theirs, his pain was plain to all.
His time was over, his time ruthlessly expired,
soul ripped apart and bleeding on the floor,
an empty shell was all that remained.
One last song he sings, one more window opened,
his portrait now complete for all to see.
And with the word "Farewell", he was gone.

© Fergus Martin

Sep 2013