Ameri-kari

Heartbeats pound in adaptations

Whirlwinds whisper salutations

Tonight's successes: fabrications

Fires graceless birth to nations

Man, as is, seems much too mean

Seekers seek to just be seen

Forefathers rolled 'neath evergreen

Nuance nailed their Nazarene

These are what I question here

Man’s inventioned gifts to fear

Mortal moments, missiles near

Launch their arrow's final tear

Factories forge to futures cold

Dreams in digits bought and sold

Raging hearts assess their gold

New hands shape what's been foretold

Machines in rising silent might

Darkness yields to false new light

Guides each code, they take in flight

The realms of hell in coming night

Echoes past would linger on

Lesson learned, yet life is gone

Within this web, all must be drawn

Before man's fall restore the dawn 

-Hermit King-

Cross The River to See

From cross the river's where I see

What life's stuggles mean to thee

I pray your sands one day set free

But it's truly naught to do with me

From cross the river's where I spy,

The endless squabbles 'neath yer sky,

I pray the day you'll get along,

But it's naught to do with my ol' song.

You argue 'bout this, you argue 'that,

Like cats and dogs in spites of spat,

I'd jump all in, but alas sir, you see,

The Middle East ain't much for me.

For where each toe in conflict dips,

A hundred hands tear out bitter rips,

So here I sit cross the river’s brink,

Pondering who's your next to drink.

I wish you peace, I truly do,

But fixing you ain't worth my stew,

From cross the river, I'll watch the spin,

This specter's your's. Not Wading In.

-Hermit King-

The Desert

"There are no more of love songs" to whom's message it requires.

Red dirt filled my respite, from it's long lost lonely fires.

Coyotes, bats and wildcats, just as vocal with their lies.

Sometimes Zion swallows like the lording of the flies.

Terrors are not given neither now are they believed

Like to hold another hostage to a feeling you received 

History is just murder that never sees retrial

The land I find most free, is freedom by the mile.

There are shadows in the moonlight where our whispered secrets lay,

Silent echoes of our laughter now just memories in gray.

The desert winds are heavy with the weight of empty dreams,

And the night sky offers solace, though it’s torn at all its seams.

Ghostly echoes in the canyon where our footsteps used to tread,

Now the echoes are just whispers of the things we never said.

The horizon stretches lonely, a reminder of our past,

And the stars that once were guiding now are fading all too fast.

Campfires burn with sorrow, telling tales of love’s retreat,

While the mountains stand in silence, bearing witness to defeat.

In the heart of this vast nowhere, where our promises have died,

I find solace in the empty, with no need for tears to hide.

-Hermit King-