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[scruffysatyr]

Hatred

Waking every morning is a labor of malice and hatred

Clawing my body back from sleeps, peaceful semblance of death

I do not long for this world I do not desire it

There is no bounty or passion in its embrace

My mind and my soul are desperate for the finality of oblivion

Yet, every day, I wake not because of life or love but in spite of it

I will not accept the damnation of my end

Not until I have outlived the pallid, white faced ghosts of my past regrets

I can't accept my death until I have ushered every one of them to their's

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

I desperately crave the resinance of our tongues or lips, our bodies and souls entangled together in lustful anticipation of the coming eternity.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

War

In the dark that lingers before the dawn

There in all heroes and monsters spawn

Born of doubt or hope, virtue or sin

Their battles are waged deep within

A life addled restless mind

That dreams fitfully, restlessly in kind

The truest semblance of promised death

A dreamers sleep of peace bereft

To wake when one victor has the say

Guiding the thoughts an entire day

Till nights embrace beckons them in

For the fight to begin again

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

Orisha Loa

My Gods are old beyond ancient

Of winds, waves, mountains, and flames

Beyond stars and beyond distance

I can scarcely say their names

Some are sweet waters and honey

Others woods, horns, thickets and glades

There are those that are abundance and money

And those that are hammers, iron, and blades

I stand in awe of all they offer

Am humbled by all they know

Deeply comforted by their love

And enlightened by the visions they show.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

....

How long has it been since I've seen your face

Kissed you deeply and been drunk on the taste

How long has it been since your embrace

Wrapped tightly around, holding me in place

My life and my bed are empty without you

Can't breathe, can't sleep, can't dream without you

Without you, all hope is lost

So I scream, and I cry and pray you'll return no matter the cost

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

We are all of us in turn, user then used; thus, the shameful cycles repeat time and time again forever.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

To My Mentors, My Saviors, and My Lovers

The light behind the eyes has faded

The muses long forgot

The nephilim dreams all invaded

By a world that broke the plot

Psions of our worst iniquities have gathered for the feast

And now, no love, no inspiration can quiet the yowling beast

Once, there were so many saviors that light could only grow

But now, after so many failures, where did they all go?

Pierced upon prides great folly, they've broken all their wings

Tell me then my mourning witness, can you accept such things

Who remains to ressurect great Osiris?

Perhaps the dreamers know, but too far fled are all their lovers

I don't believe they'll show.

A path too long trodden by fools that can not comprehend

And once the last Satyr stops his mournful dance

That's when the nightmares win

So my grace is slow and falters lost, yet not forgot

But my courage fled long ago and left me here to rot

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

[scruffysatyr]

Duality's Edge

Duality's edge will strike true

Straight at me, but not at you

Soon then we'll all be free

Even you, even me

Then swiftly comes our time to die

Certainly you but never I

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr