phoenix.

take me out of my
head
and let me
burn
so i can
breathe
again.
watch me
coming alive
as my demons
burst
to flame
and turn to ash.
now
i fly
like a phoenix
i have new wings
and i'm learning
to soar
again.
from ash
i am
and to ash
i'll go
but for now
i'll live
with a burning
flame.

-D.B.
9/1/2013

A series of writings that might actually become something someday....[1]

This land is the devil's trophy case, his pride and glory, his finest work put on display for all the world to see. His trophies are the distorted ideals held by the natives: so trapped are they inside a world of false security that they would deny their satanic ties to the death, unknowingly making martyrs of their souls in the name of the demons that inhabit them.
Abandoned shopping carts clutter the otherwise open spots of our supermarket parking lots. They have been left there by the overworked, those who wear out their body and soul for the greater good while the greater good sits back and demands more.
Bright and obtrusive neon signs announce that which cannot be sold on its own, due to the unnatural and grotesque nature of His beauty distorted. They are put up by gluttonous corporations run by those who are willing to kill their fellow man by slow means, using foods that will slowly block life giving blood to vital organs, or lustful enticements to keep the mind and the heart from protecting the soul they have been entrusted with.

[so that's the first tidbit....we'll see how much more I can come up with.]

-D.B.

the unraveling of me, part 1

please excuse me for a second
i just need to clear my head
so there's no more expectations,
yes, i think they'll soon be dead.
stay a while, please, do help me
with this clearing of my mind,
all i need is your attention,
yes, i think that should be fine!
first let's start with reputation,
i've a nasty one for sure,
always doing as i'm told,
i would never cause a stir.
i would never be disgruntled
nope, just smile all the day,
life is happy and i know it
or at least that's what they say.
i'm naive as my face makes me
and as childish as my size,
i couldn't think a mean thought,
nope, not even if i tried.
i've a cheery disposition
drenched in colors oh so bright
i've a temperament so peaceful
i could never pick a fight.
i'm a cute one, just adorable!
you can't match this childish charm!
and for that, i need protection
so i never can be harmed.
well the truth is i've been hurting
from the undercover me,
i am hiding ugly demons
with this this innocent facade
demons steeped in opposition
to my every wholesome whim,
i love colors of the gloom,
dreary fog gives peace within.
i can utter spiteful words
though i try to hold my tongue
and i know more than i'll tell you,
i just like to play along.
life is more than simply happy,
there's dimension, it's not flat,
it is filled with joy and sorrow,
and mediocrity at that.
true, I am not one for conflict,
but the thought of fighting back
can grow strong enough to make me
launch an introvert's attack.

-D.B.
5/6/2013

5/6/2013

hollowed out
no spike in my blood
no punch in my words
no spark in my eyes.
all i have for the world
is a mind full of spite
that's all i can share
i just cannot fight.
there's nothing i do
that can bring back the vigor
i'm trying, i swear,
but i just can't succeed.
there is only one
who can carry me through this
i asked Him to help
and he reached out His hand.
i wanted to grab it;
by then, i'd been poisoned
to believe i was hopeless
so i all but ignored it.
now enmity creeps
between me and my demons,
it's always been there
but i see it more clearly:
when you give into them
and they all but control you,
they leave your heart hollow
and your soul ever lonely.

-D.B.
5/6/2013

calming the demons

there's not much going on today,
i can't say much for it.
the demons came to haunt me
but they've calmed down a bit.
my senses, they were fooled,
it happens time to time,
but for now they're sleeping,
those demons and their lies.
i've muted them with music,
some new notes to my ear,
blunting them with sound
so the notes are all i hear.
i've closed their eyes with chemicals
that flow right through my brain
sedating them with stimulants
so life can find its aim.
so with this odd concoction,
i'll hold them off tonight.
i know this won't get rid of them
but someday, something might.
so until then, i end today
with this to say for it:
those demons, they'll keep haunting me
but for now, they've calmed a bit.

-D.B.
4/9/2013

Throwback #9: those eyes

i loathe the eyes of a merciless soul
they drip with the hatred which from Satan you stole
those eyes
they laugh
at those lost to damnation.
those eyes
they burn
with the fire of Satan.
those eyes
they pierce
like a demons flamed arrow and
those eyes
mark you
like the devil's dark demons.

-DB
3/26-27/2009, 3/27/2013