No place like Home...

She waits...





She who gave her blood
for the love of stargazers
and her heart
for the good of All


Sometimes
you have to move forwards
to go backwards


For her fields
which bled into skylines
marked with cole and mercury

She wears the scars of industry





And for the one that I serve...


A heartless love song
a joyless prayer




One night in this city
and you are the rust on its walls
and the cracks in its windows


The spider does not give up
try as he might
he casts his web to the street below
where the lamp post's candle
beckons the moth each and every night


So she stands on a ledge
between heaven and earth
below her are relics of another world
another place - another time
now just fireflies and late-night coffee


She hears the cries
of sirens and street walkers
carried gently on the wind
like a song to the stars


Don't be gentle...


Beneath the pavement
is the underworld of our creation
a land of cigarette butts and broken heels
where rats once feasted on the dead
but people don't die with honor anymore
so they wait in the walls for the end of the world


Watch, listen, learn...


Above us - above her -
somewhere beyond the fog
of factory smoke and man-made suns
the gods are dying





And forgotten words
settle on wasted breath
because we're forcing the tide to turn
for our own self interest


To those who knew the earth was round
and unforgiving
rest in peace...


The industrial era is only just beginning
and the dead are only sleeping
the great philosophers turn in their graves


You wouldn't even know it was Spring
had a little bird not told you


For she is a lady of winter
a lady of the people
she who froze time in eternal slumber
for the sake of progress





Because a city that never sleeps
is a city that never dies


So let these towers be your temple
and shed your blood for the glory of your country,
your people, and your God
though no war was ever fought in her name


These lands are not yours
an opaque mesh of cityscape where
the ends always justify the means
a fable for the masses
of what it is to be human


And she waits...




For the end of the world.