The Minds Eye

From The Chronicles of Death

" The Mind's Eye "

A turquoise ocean calls us,
the tale of woe in sad decree.
A siren's lure for us all
on cresting swells of destiny.

Fleeting daylight falls into
the murky haze of twilight.
The shades of darkness calling
a quiet stalker of the night.

The darkened silhouette cast
filling an empty surreal dream.
Whispers of an ocean breeze
at the edge of sight, unseen.

Wistful eyes look shamelessly
in anticipation of love.
High clouds ring the mountain peaks
like clever magicians above.

Soft and gentle clouds so white,
adrift in the calm azure skies.
The sole purpose of a man,
to find his place before he dies.

Torn by the raging waters
in the highest tidal waves.
A sinner finds salvation,
another twisted soul is saved.

We come to the irony
traveling the expanse of time.
An artist will paint our face
in ridicule and pantomime.

Howling hounds will run their prey,
to the welcome of Death's bite.
Waning crimson sunset fades
a life-taker seeks his delight.

Morning breaks and shines on us
for another glorious day
but serpent tongued evil
still barters it's poison away.

Holy men toil and struggle
in a place that's quiet and still.
Lonely men will breathe their last
without leaving a final will.

Eternity runs from time
to its final destination.
Counted sorrows of Dachau's camps
in bloodied concentration.

We work like midnight watchmen
for humble wage and meager means.
Metaphysical image,
a vision of the cruelest scenes.

Bravery marked by tombstones
our heroes burried by the row.
Welfare mothers who stand in line,
poverty's children all in tow.

Delinquent, absentee fathers,
why don't they ever seem to care?
A world full of people starving,
no one worries, does this seem fair?

All things being unequal,
no help for those who need it most.
A one-way ticket to Hell,
the Devil as our happy host.

Some of us may sort it out
and others will not even try.
Life is how we perceive it
just a vision in the mind's eye.

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