The Beast 

I stare into the cold dark eyes of the beast;
it stands motionless waiting to lash out.
Its fangs glisten, its claws bared.
No one knows what goes on in its mind, but I know.
I feel its breath descending around me,
I feel it's rage surging through me.
I feel its pain and its loneliness overtaking me.
It's waiting for the time to be right before it makes its move.
I dare not turn my back on the beast,
and it dares not turn its back on me.
When I move the beast moves.
I stare into the beast's dark chaotic soul
and the beast stares into my own.
The beast's thoughts are a mystery, to all but me.
No one knows the beast better than I, no one can.
Others have tried to get into the mind of the beast,
but each one has failed like the one before.
The more I stare into the eyes of the beast the more it stares into mine.
Wracked by feelings and emotions beyond the beast's control
the beast is tortured by the demons within.
As I stare at the beast I slowly begin to realize,
the beast is the man in the mirror staring right back at me.

The Six Demons 

I feel the presence of the six demons.
Sadness; Anger; Loneliness; Confusion; Fear; Angst
They are with me always.  They never leave me.
Redemption is but a dream.  It has abandoned me.
No relief. No reprieve. They are relentless and unforgiving
They torture my mind and they torment my spirit.
I am overwhelmed by their cruelty and their wrath.
They take their pleasure and their delight from my pain and suffering.
I cry out in anguish, but they just howl with glee.
I can’t escape their grasp; but their hold on me is just too tight.
Their claws rend my flesh; their teeth grind my soul.
Everywhere I turn they are there.
I try to run but they remain right behind me.
I try to hide but they hunt me down.
They never give up.  They never back down.
I try to fight them, but it’s no use they’re just too strong.
I grow weary of the running, the hiding, and the fighting.
Sooner or later the six demons will be victorious.
Sooner or later I will be defeated.
Then there will be nothing left of me.
Nothing left to carry on.
All will be lost and forgotten.
To be mourned never more. 

The Game 

Disappointment is a constant companion.
Failure hangs in the air.
You try to succeed, but somehow fall short.
Nothing goes right, it never will.
I pour my heart and soul into my creation.
Merely to see it swept away in a whirlwind of despair.
Everything is taken away in the end.
Nothing is real, nothing matters.
All shall be happy, all but me.
Life is a cruel game, and I am a pawn.
When will this game end? When has it really begun?
Only the game master knows, the game master writes the rules.
How many other players are there? Where are they now?
Some may win some may lose. There is no draw.
The light at the end of the tunnel is the train.
The train is the harbinger or my doom.
When did I stop playing the game?
When did the game start playing me?
Only the game master knows for sure, and he is deathly silent.
Are the rules a constant? Or are they forever being rewritten?
Is this a penitence for past misdeeds?
Or is this merely entertainment for the game master?
I may never know for sure.  Will there be relief when the game ends?
Or will a new one begin?  I appear to have drawn a bad card.
Or misrolled the die?
This is a game no one really wins, like a house of cards it will collapse,
with devastating consequences.
I take my leave of you now,
I have a new house of cards to build.


 

The Evils Of Man 

Engulfed in flames consumed by fire.
Forever burning is Mans Desire.
When the soul Cries out like a great church bell,
A flame ignites hotter than the fires of hell.
It’s in the nature of man to cause harm, and to hate.
It’s been happening down the centuries, before time began.
From the time man has arrived on this earth,
to the time the universe collapses.
From the schoolyard bully to the conqueror of nations.
The strong will devour the weak.
One man will cut another down, to raise himself.
When one man gains pleasure in another’s pain,
Through cruelty, hatred, theft and lies.
The soul’s eternal flame grows weaker, and then it dies.