Tuesday, November 10, 2009

“The Rising Pariah”

Act I: “Wanderers”

This pain is devastating, like a beautiful day ripped away and replaced by the darkest storm.
I’d throw my fists up at the sky and ask “Can’t anyone truly be in love with me?”
I felt hopeless after so many trials and errors, as no one was even remotely interested in me.
I feel like I’m all alone today and I’m staggering forward, toward these glass doors.
Somber upon approaching what would be some sort of makeshift career, I suppose.
Here I met someone, not a girl, but my new superior and he were kind as he were cunning.
There was a brief moment where we talked and exchanged ideas, away from work, but…
He packed up and headed south for what seemed like forever but I’d only lost a fellow, or so I’d thought.
My eyes would roll and my mind would turn as my own deeds were recognized within these walls.
Hope was once again upon my dire soul, dancing around inside of me, sending me awry.
I believe the clouds may be parting, sending me some gifts for my hard work, finally.

Act II: “Foul Play and the Shadow of Enmity”

My head was spinning, spinning, spinning and here I am. I’m not afraid.
I want to be brave, but it’s hard when they give you a brief explanation
Then they decide to drop you off, drop you off, in the middle of the chaos.
I wasn’t expecting this, no, not this! I’m feeling busy, feeling crowded.
I’m watching these people, once friends, now children dancing around me.
Advantages are to be had over me, snakes, snakes all of them!
Where can I draw this line? I’m not sure I can, I’m feeling so, so lost!
Why did they throw me into this, so unprepared, oh, was it a trap?
Strengthening myself, I huffed and I puffed and I lost control.
It all seemed like it were crashing down and burning.

Act III: “Fates and Destinies”

Grumbling and hobbling around, doing extra work here and there,
My body grew tired, but my eyes had a different story to tell.
He had returned, for he was once a superior, now aiming to be an equal.
I felt a rush of joy overwhelm me, a familiar face in place of strangers.
Could it be? He returned for me? Doubtful, but maybe it was a sign.
We grew and formed a friendship out of steel, for our trials were not unalike.
Even though my heart was even more neglected than ever, I was finally smiling.
I learned of his heartaches and listened when I could, I reassured him it would be okay.
Not truly knowing if it would, I had to have hope so that I may be able to pass it on to him.
My luck was not at its end either; God had something extraordinary in store for me.

Act IV: “My Final Angel, a Course of Disaster”

I looked upon her and I knew she was special, so beautiful and so intelligent.
I was instantly feeling a pull to her, like my spirit was glowing in this proximity.
Unfortunately, despite this connection, I regret, she does not belong to me.
In the arms of my best friend, she looked at me and smiled, but I felt so terrible.
Like I was stuck in a pit and I had two options, light or dark it seemed.
When she extended her hand, I couldn’t resist because I’d met my soul mate.
Would he understand? Could he? I was finding myself lost in a gaze.
I fell so hard in love; there was nothing that could stop me, not now, not ever.
Feeling like I was truly righteous, the conversation took place.
I felt like he would never understand that God had brought her to me,
I understand the jealousy, but I did not view it as a normal circumstance,
Yet I was pronounced a thief among friends and I was soon cast away.

Act V: “Distress: a Civil War”

That night seemed like a nightmare, the journey lied ahead and I felt two emotions.
Like I’d been torn in two, so happy, yet so lost; I felt like I made a deal with the devil.
I returned to my profession, that very night, I’d never been so late but as fate would have it…
My equal was the one on the other side of that phone call, he understood my predicament.
Though, upon arrival, he was not very happy, no he was very tired and very confused.
He did not speak out against me and for that I felt a new hope take hold of me.
I’d lost my best friend but gained a truly good friend and the love of my life.
Life was filling out the emptiness inside of me, spare one hole that couldn’t yet be fixed.
In the pausing of time for a moment, I presented my love with a ring and a promise.
She smiled, she cried & she accepted; we would be married, soon enough.
My best friend and I were at war it would seem, casting words upon one another.
Like bullets, raining from the sky, the sky was falling and others got drafted into the skirmish.
Outnumbered, I soon fled; I found a new home with my love and spent more time with my new friend.

Act VI: “Crumbling Castles, Years of Silence & Talk of the Future”

My career had collapsed upon itself, even as I tried with all my might.
There was a witch to blame for this one, yes indeed, she was a witch.
She lay hexed upon me and vexed me from dawn until dusk.
After every ounce of me was beaten out and stripped of my superiority,
I became a fledgling once again, sunken back to the depths.
I was once again where I had started out, completely at a loss.
I mustered up as much strength as I could and I left that place.
I moved on and watched an empty building for a living.
Darkness, all around me, always, I had time to ponder.
Silence had driven my best friend and me apart.
I knew what I had to do; I smiled and went home to her.

Act VII: “White”

My new friend had become a brother and consequently my best man.
I remember how eager I was, how restless I was, let’s not forget happy.
May these pieces fit together, perfectly, for I am about to be wed.
I spent the whole day with my brother before my eyes caught my beauty.
I learned that he cared for me more than I’d thought he did.
I was ambushed by all the happiness in my life, it was pure bliss.
She passed through the threshold, arms linked with her father.
It even seemed like slow motion to me, as if it were a movie.
She came to me and came to be my misses, forever it was forged.
I cried for happiness, I remember, and I will never forget how it felt.

Act VIII: “An Unlikely Joining, For Better or Worse”

Yes we’ve had our problems, this girl I knew and I, indeed.
She was my wife’s closest ally, or so it seemed, indeed.
Casual were the batting of her eyelashes, the biting of her lip.
My brother would soon find himself moving closer to her.
As they helped us move back to a familiar place to me: home.
Not seeming to like each other at first, they soon feel in love.
This phenomenon couldn’t be simply explained, no not at all.
For this girl had been a witch in her years yet passed.
Suddenly I found myself aiding them as they had aided me.
Maybe opposite in location, but surely, they moved in together.
At first things went well, everyone is happy, everyone is smiling.

Act IX: “The Poisoning”

I grew small and she grew tall, once a witch, was it magic she used?
A master of manipulation had taken him from me and not for free.
The price was high and I was made to pay, as I wouldn’t see him much anymore.
Little did I know I was being cast aside; I was sent on my way as the darkness returned.
Creaking floorboards, quiet little sounds, where do I fit into all of this?
I’m afraid I’m losing my breath under these dark waters, oh no, oh no.
I feel like I’ve been swindled, I’m losing my brother, rapidly as it would seem.
I’ve made another deal with a devil and this one can’t be reasoned with.
Alone in the dark we collapse, as I’ve always said, luckily I wasn’t alone.
My spouse had kept me close and this blizzard is not invincible, no not tonight.

Act X: “The Prisoner, the Demon and the exile”

This pain is devastating, like a beautiful day ripped away and replaced by the darkest storm.
She took my brother away and I was made to pay as I lay my head down and pray.
I’m feeling so lost and I’m no longer the boss I’ve found a tomb for myself in the frost
I can’t even stand when I’m stuck in this sand I’m wishing for a new land, somewhere grand.
The witch is loose and I feel like a simple goose, a child who is not allowed to have his juice.
As fates twist and turn, will the witch ever learn that she has just left me here to yearn and yearn?

These skies (These skies) are shaking and tearing in two (Shaking, tearing in two) I’m not surprised.
This witch has not changed (She hasn’t changed) she’s become a demon (She is a demon)

Can I truly wander freely in this open space in my head?
Will I never see my brother again? I think I understand
How my best friend felt when he lost me because of my choice
Now I’m losing him and he’s enticed by a demon, he doesn’t
Know any better and I’m stuck here to rot, does he not see?!

I feel so alone when it comes to that relationship, the one I once had.
If maybe someday they part ways and he is free again to his own will,
Maybe then he will seek me out…

Act XI: “Can the pariah survive?”

If only things could be different between you and me, I miss you so.
I am so eager to be your friend again one day, it brings me to tears.
Even after being reunited with my best friend, I still feel this hole.
I feel so lost, so empty, I’d do anything to have you back at my side.
Unfortunately, you’ve made your choice, I must accept that.
Everything reminds me of you, my brother, and it hurts, always.
I pray that things may be different one day, as I long for it to be.
For it hurts to be cast away and chosen last as it would seem.
I mustn’t be selfish, for I have the love of my life and my best friend back,
As well as many other friends I thought I had once lost, but I don’t have you.
I just want you to be happy, whether it is with or without me near.

May the skies rise anew and maybe in time I’ll find my way to you?

Saturday, November 7, 2009

“You’re Not Extraordinary, You’re Just Extra Ordinary”

I’m still here! I can feel the atmosphere but that isn’t all, my dear.
Casualties are being made by a motionless blade, how strange, oh how strange.
I’ve been here before, right where I’m standing in this unchanging world.

As toxic as your eyes are,
These plains set fire.
Among the radiation, I sleep.

For crying out loud, I’m still here, breathing.
I’m not afraid of the future but I’m not very excited to see yours.
If I were an astronaut, I’d float away and never return to this unchanging world.

A crescent light bleeds the sky and I’m stuck here, dreaming in poison.
Crime and punishment are one in the same and are appropriately named.
I want to be what I most admire, because life would be easier if I were inspired.

As toxic as your eyes are,
These plains set fire
Among the radiation, I sleep.

I’m still here! But I can’t feel the atmosphere.
Casualties are being made by a lightning-fast blade.
I’ve been here before, in a world that won’t ever change.