Monday, April 8, 2019

Cloak

Traveled for years through foreign lands
Kept myself useful with murderous hands
Traded skill for gold avenging weak folk
Lived too long on this strenuous path
Clock ticking down for justice's wrath
Shopping around for a brand new cloak

Caught a bolt through the shoulder
Nearly fried up by the eye a beholder
Wild beasts claws thrashing for my croak
My mind fought against my will
Fancy ladies tried to murder with a poison pill
Scouting about for a brand new cloak

Put my hands to steel as novice blacksmith
My fingers to the quill, crafting adventurous myths
Swung my axe hacking through monstrous oak
Days dragged slow, time had stopped
Need to find something for my heart to unlock
Staring at the clouds praying for a new cloak

Townsfolk appreciated my murderous hands
But I yearned for different uses, different plans
Begged them to hear the words I spoke
Words fell on dead ears faster than my foes
Ignored my wisdom, all the ideas I proposed

Sobbing in the shadows for a brand new cloak

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

A True Path


My mind consumed by the past
Drifting off, dreaming in the future
Didn't notice I'm way off the rails
Path I was following, nowhere in sight

Too passive to enforce boundaries
People stomping all over me
Can't keep focused on any one thing
Being dragged every which way

No part of me is touching reality
Painfully aware of my frailty
Can't decide which direction to take
Need a path that's true, nothing more fake

Just trying to not be a bother
Just want to feel useful
Doing good is not for the weak
Can't even do right by myself

Can't remember where I was headed
To what future was I aspiring?
What course could yield good fruit?
Will my hands bring forth ashes?

Revelations cleaning my spotty lenses
Songs building to whoppin' cadenzas
Heart pulsing with delight of brisk air
Free from drowning in rules that ain't fair

The thoughts we think, constantly recycle
What I was recycling was sour and rotten
Needed to cleanse, refresh, learn to think anew
Let what has passed float from view

I know what makes me click
That knowledge helps me to pick
Time shapes opportunities with open space
I'm shown what to chase with a proper pace

Life is so much easier if you open your eyes
See what is real, not what you feel
Study to learn what is wise
Act deliberately, and you'll find glee

It won't matter what must be endured
You'll be living a life assured
Sorrow and strife won't mean your end
Your life and more, you'll find strength to mend

Thursday, January 17, 2019

My Home, The Thief


For most people it's a place of retreat
The place of comfort and security
A place to soothe your heart beat
Your own personal place of purity
Not for me, it's a place riddled with grief
My home, the thief

Ghouls and ghosts are given life
The past lurks in the shadows
Haunted dreams conjure up strife
Hopes and potential decompose
Darkness consuming, a constant motif
My home, the thief

Poison pulsing through my veins
Gloomy fatigue my new standard state
Evil forces racking up many gains
My slow demise causing them to salivate
Must confess and take it to the Chief
My home, the thief

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Drunken Angel


Why do I stay in this sump?
Try to rebuild and heal
Wasting away my skills and zeal
Can't help feeling like a chump

Young punks trying to impress the gangs
Adults refuse to take their medication
Let their kids fuel every temptation
My mind assaulted with perpetual bangs

This miserable place need not be a disgrace
If some folks would only heed my advice
We'd be so much closer to a paradise
An idea nobody wants to embrace

What am I left to do?
Spend all my free time in the bars
On the odd clear night, stare to the stars
Wish that somebody would get a clue

There is the young girl Yoshiko
She does what I say and seeks to do more
I tell her to go treat herself at the candy store
She doesn't know the meaning of woe

Thousands of people happily living in a sump
Pains my heart and makes we weep
At least one girl stands tall on her feet
Her strength and outlook shames this grump

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Brewer's Blues

There once was a dwarf named Corvino
He was the middle child, had four siblings
His parents thought him too unruly
And sought to drown their sorrows in liquor
Corvino instigated too many a-bicker

They sent him off to the old drunk in the woods
Thankful they rarely did see him
The old drunk paid Corvino little mind
Corvino spent time hunting rabbits
With the wildlife he learned to cohabit

He traveled high among the mountains
Learned to draw maps and avoid poison berries
Got kidnapped by goblins for three years
He played the obedient squat pack horse
They showed him not an ounce of remorse

It was like being back in a family
So poor Corvino didn't feel too bad
One black night zombies brought slaughter
Corvino, deep sleeper, awoke too late
His new family had all met a chewy fate

He tried to negotiate his services
But the zombies weren't eager to barter
They came looking for juicy dwarven meat
Corvino slapped the nearest zombie 'cross the face
No effect, he felt such a disgrace

He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip
Ready to accept his cruel destiny
When arrows and rocks showered down
The old drunkard's daughter appeared a savior
After the carnage she shared an ale with such flavor

She told Corvino of her father's death
He was too drunk when the zombies arrived
Let them in the front door, a proper host
Oh, how miserable life can be Corvino thought
Without liquor and ale life's all for naught

Corvino decided to learn to brew ale
The daughter declared she wouldn't abide
Corvino was too foolish to comprehend
Stared blankly into her fiery eyes
He never did learn how to socialize

After a year of wondering about
Found an old brewer who need help moving barrels
Corvino stepped in and refused to leave
Demanded to learn the brewing craft
Frightened the elderly brewer with witchcraft

Corvino learned as much as his mind allowed
Never made a friend nor cared to
But then became overcome with terror
Because to whom would he sell his ale?
He'd better sort himself out lest he fail

He apologized to the brewer with fresh meat
The brewer died digesting diseased giant rat
Corvino snuck out in the middle of the night
Headed out seeking a fresh start, a new town
Vowed to himself he'd never become a clown

He ventured from town to town
Learning new lesson after lesson
Knowing he'd have to soon settle down
He spotted a simple job posting
Wasn't two minutes before he was boasting

Felt his life in the wilderness gave him favor
Led a group out on an adventure
Wasn't long before arrows came flying
The party were made fools by a few goblins
Flashed in his eyes was younger brother Dobbins

Corvino was wounded but found courage
He pressed on with the job for the reward
He had to prove his worth to his brother
And get everybody drunk, he himself with power
The ego more persuasive than willpower

His party struggled and was forever wounded
Corvino not too proud to cry out in pain
They pushed forward but always fell back
The mission a seemingly impossible task
But hope was the name Archstone on a flask

Corvino Archstone eventually learned magic
A hammer in the face during practice
But a tavern full of life and promise
A young lad eager to awash in trouble
Eventually would lead to Corvino as rubble

Corvino faced many sorts of trials
From more goblins to nothics and being jailed
Ol' Corvino kept acquiring more wounds
There was once a battle like that of a blizzard
Corvino smashed the skull of a mad wizard

The minions and Corvino's wounds were too much
Killing the boss just wasn't enough
The party all got chained up in cages
They did their best to talk their way out
But came a guard who wasn't mucking about

Corvino believed he was getting sense through
And he did, to at least one guard or two
He was holding his tongue best he could
But out slipped a word that just wasn't no-good
Two swords were snug against his neck
Next thing he knew, his head fell, a wreck

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Suffering


Sweat stinging his darting eyes
Hands trembling with the dagger
The suffering will end now or never
Time to end that cocky swagger
Taking deep long breaths
Plunging the knife into the coward's neck
Moaning and groaning, gurgling and spurting
Time to celebrate on the quarterdeck

Year goes by, time for the grand opening
Of The Muck Mush Mash Tavern
A place for one and all
Even those who live in the mountain caverns
Bards strum, sing, whistle, wine, and dine
All through the cold, dark, rainy nights
Chef cooks up every type of wild beast
Gonna conjure this town up to new heights

The town sprouts up, trading booms
Adventurers travel far and wide to the Mash
Plenty saved already to give the kids a swell life
Friends with the Count, never once a clash
Giving folks a more rewarding life
The wretched past dead and buried
Focused on sowing for the future
Relishing the day we got married

Rain obstructing my sight
Shivers echoing in my spine
Hatred fueling me through the oozing mud
Gorgeous visions of blood splattering the shrine
Imagining the despairing cries of his family
When I pierce that ransacker's flesh
Or better yet if I can find use for my flail
Give that rat maurauder a proper thresh

The suffering will end now or never
Coward slaughtered my father in his sleep
Sleeping has been tortue for me ever since
Time to put down that hellhound acting a sheep
His kids will know the pain I've endured
Time to bring this town to its knees
My life of suffering will be cleansed in their pain
My suffering existence will be brought to ease

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Murmuring Heart


Nurses aren't liking the paleness of my skin
Asking if they can notify my kin
Don't bother, don't wanna stir up any trouble
I'll cause enough when they're digging through my rubble
Silence lifts my fears out of the holes I've dug
My murmuring heart is crying out for a hug

For years they kept me benched on the lines
I happily stayed inside and pulled the blinds
My brokenness rhymed with my social health
All too poetic to fight my desire for stealth
And all the better if the world sees me as smug
But my murmuring heart keeps crying for a hug

No memories to ponder as treasure
Only future moments of hopeful pleasure
Serenity washes over the blinking lights
Find out soon if I'll have many more fights
Feeling content to relax my best and shrug
Though my murmuring heart yearns for a hug

Shocked to hear the doctor's diagnosis
Perfectly fine, maybe just a problem of neurosis
The story that's been told over and over through my time
No truth in it, just a deceitful coat of grime
My life's work will now have to be to debug
As my murmuring heart still cries for a hug