Behind Enemy Lines

I really should be leaving,

It’s probably best I go,

Cause I can see where this is heading,

And I know myself, I know myself too well

 

Everything is perfect,

Ideal as far as the eyes can see,

To dwell upon the positives, is

To relive each of love’s possibilities

 

And before things should unravel, the way they likely will,

I best not stop in waiting; I must bid this all adieu,

I can’t risk in believing; I can’t pause until…

 

For once the luster’s ended, all that’s left is cruel

For once loneliness has leavened; the vivid grey their hue

Behind enemy lines,

And I’m falling fast

Behind enemy lines I crush…Oh, how

I wish this all could last

 

 

I wish it could remain,

Without the danger of the pain,

Creeping in as it likely shall

Devolving all that’s beautiful, into feelings that can kill

Into feelings that will kill inside

 

I know myself,

You remind me of what I once had hoped to be,

But that was a time lost so long ago

Well before the setting moved to hell

And it’s lakes and crags…each damned by life’s disease

 

Behind enemy lines,

And I’ve fallen fast

Behind enemy lines, I crush each and every time

When I look at you…

 

And despite it all, as said and how things seem… I believe

I believe this all could last…

I believe that this could last beyond the dream

 

And rather sacrifice tomorrow,

Rather perjure a future yet unseen,

I’ll let the tides unfurl…to shift as they may this eve

 

And I’ll sever clean this feeling

By believing solely in the past

And I’ll then sever clean this feeling,

Killing off…any chance there is for me

 

Adages-4-4-13

Heroes and Villains are never absolute in their perceptions.

Their standing alters frame, depending upon the eyes controlling sight’s filters.

 

At the very least, the Villain hates the hero while the Hero

wishes for nothing more to save the villain from his own self-inflicted tyranny.

 

As the Heart of the Villain is overwrought with hateful passion,

the heart of the Hero is also infused with heated passion, yet whereas

the Villains ardor leads to hate, the Hero seeks to embrace his adversary

with declarations of love.

 

The villain believes his actions are the proper recourse and through such thought processes

he becomes ignorant of public perception. This is also the case with the hero, who, in most cases

becomes ignorant to the fact, that through his endless pursuit of what his morals lead him towards,

he, in effect, destroys another persons dreams and desires, irregardless of the moral judgements such

dreams are seen as.  In such a case, the Hero then creates, while on a much smaller scale, negates a

small portion as to how he is viewed and perceived.

 

A Villain is, in most cases the hero in his own story,

In such a story, the hero takes the role of the villain

 

Oftentimes the Villain is unaware of what his actions stir.  He is far

too consumed by hate to conceive of any consequence of collateral nature.

 

The villain, except for those most distanced from humanity,

is often ignorant of the evil that lives inherently within.  It is

from this inner composition that decisions are composed and

opinions are made to waver.

Taking the Temperature of a once cool sky

you sat alone in the absence
that resulted

brooding I believe you contemplated
the birth, the death and the inevitable
reconstruction

I imagine there are streamers of
tears, ever flowing, fluttering
in a magnificent procession of
catharsis-a purging from your eyes,
of demons once persistent even in
their dormancy, now, finally they
splay the abysmal void, expunged and
ratified

I watch the broken banner trailing the space
where a rooftop had ever blocked the sun, it’s
rays now pelting our untrained flesh, caring
not for the leathering that shall soon become

I watch
I observe
I perceive
and then retire to my thoughts