the wolves and their piece

all tension wilted. im amazed on how we all look tonight. in our preferably clothing, all well dressed, and gentleman like. ready to die, our graves will be right where we land. unless we survive the night. in estimation: 40 men on each side. the reason: territory. i am john my men call me "wolf" i am the leader that everyone wished for. everything my people ever wanted to believe in is me.

we grin at each other from a distance. the glare from our eyes reflects like a piece of metal shining into the night. we see each other and no one makes a sound, everythings quiet. if you control your breathing you can calmly listen to the trees breazing into the night. the fire from our torches burning, popping like a timebomb ticking.

before every battle one thought runs through my mind. what am i even doing here? i pray for hope i get hate, i pray for love i get anger. every peace sign i draw gets burned up. which made me think. peace doesnt come calmly, it comes with violance and death, it comes as your best friend at first. just to trample all over you. it shakes your hand and smiles at you. it welcomes you, its a new home at first, but it leaves no promises. on a night like tonight when that moon sits highest in the sky, and all stars look down on us. i pray for that. i pray that we'll win.

the tension in the air grows thicker, the energy vibes flows through us, in and out of our veins. we feel nervous, anxious, scared, and damn right excited. one spark could light the whole sky on fire. its only been 5 minutes. imagine everything you think of, when you know it could be your last. but enough of that, you have been missing the point the whole time.

the sounds of the lambs of the night, are stronger then the sounds of the lambs in the morning...
peace came with a price. that i refused to burn.

white horse

close your open mouth. your words arent saving us right now
im using violance from the heart
we will bring this witch down
to the very bottom and send a messege back
as the fog rises from the water, the moon settles as an eye in the sky shining on us tonight
i am the one who dies...

raise the bridge
arm for battle
secure the earth
secure the heavens
i will not suffocate.

[Revelation 14;13]

man on fire

no matter how many bridges i burn they always come back. this is me announcing my second coming. how many times have i died, before i realized that i was alive the whole time. i think you knew me pretty well. to know that i would follow you, i wouldnt even have a chance to shatter you. this is a slow call for help, i notified the police that i will find out where you live, ill kill everyone to get to you. ill throw a wrecking ball right to the old fashioned show. i think theres enough blood to drink for the both of us. time to burn these buildings down and leave my markings on the graves of the ones who didnt deserve to live. they shouldnt even been born. but they were. the only difference they made in this world was death. its just like how they ended it. ill see them on the other side im sure, where the trees grow inward. and the jesters dance with a funny crow on their shoulders. in comfort walks and talks, with screams and yells. i am being welcomed home. with the sounds of the crowd shouting for my return, ill be welcomed home. with the audience cheering me on, ill be welcomed home. footsteps and clapped hands chant to the voices echoing into the air. no one knows this yet but we are all sleeping in the fattest mouth of The Chicago Sun Times. The New York Times. and The LA Times.

when people remember what fear really is, everyone will unite as a world of one for once.

listen to my words scarecrow. stay right where you are. if you come any closer to me, ill set this field ablaze. for all i care i would. ill pin this all on you, and make you out to be the bad guy. keep your hands right where they are, dont move an inch. i fell from the sky on a mission thats not worth losing. my hands are tied and i need to be cut loose. where are the wolves that sing the lulliby into the night? where are they to howl at the moon? they sing me to sleep, their anger sounds me to sleep. why are so many things hell bent? i suppose the answer is simple, thats all i ever want to see, we kill animals over land and power. when in fact we need them. love this earth for there is a battle to be won. every time i look around i notice something simular, this earth is a battle ground but were killing our own people. friendly fire? what are you thinking? where are your minds? narrow minded? fine just stand still, we will run you over. i have this forrest as a cover up, i have this forrest to hide in. you have no hopes, no strength. heres to your fashion show. ill throw you on stage, instead of this field burning. it will be this stage. ill watch you dance in fear. this wasn't my fault at all. i made the scarecrow go crazy. blame him not me. and ill move on to a different part of this world. you will forget my name and my face. you wont find me ever. i like it much better this way. insanity isnt cause by anything other then a chain reaction. i gave up myself so someone else could think what i think. i call this apathy. i call this the media. i call this america. i named this nacirema.