As Humanity Descends

Take my hand sweet baby -
eradicate the ‘save me’...
know with everything you love
we’re coming to the end.
Don’t stress about the days to come -
we’ve almost counted down to none,
curl... up... with me
as humanity descends.

Apocalypse is in the air -
people bouncing everywhere...
the vital and the vapid
counting virtues and their sins.
We’ve waited for this day so long
so let us sing our joyous song,
they... shall... reap it
as humanity descends.

Chaos is in overdrive -
no one’s sure if they’re alive...
watch as all the people go
stark-crazy in their skins.
Faces filled with terror -
but they are not our mirror,
stay... calm... tranquil
as humanity descends.

Laughing at their panic -
these Masters going manic...
awakened self-awareness
like we’ll never see again.
They’re learning their pretension
will not provide redemption,
Let... us... revel
as humanity descends.

Feel that crackle from the sky -
forget about the how and why...
let those currents take us
to a place of peace within.
Knowing all we all have left
is one collective final breath,
Hold... me... finally
as humanity descends.

Original Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written September 2014

Lullaby Of Change

I run my hands up through my hair -
something foul, is in the air...
they always say it's darkest 'fore the dawn.
A sense of dread on the descend -
permeates, my sight and skin...
they never say what comes when
night is gone.
Should we stretch
out,
our hands to reach the lie...
or do we wise
up,
and keep our heads held high?
The weight of fear
that spreads a boundless stain......
too many nightmares, in this lullaby of change,
how can one sleep -
when truth gets all the blame?

I touch the wind across my face -
and it bites, with its disgrace...
I cannot find the hope I once held true.
The many storms that tilt and shift -
a feel of calm, that's cast adrift...
the chain which holds the anchor's
rusted through.
So do we kneel
down,
and swallow this as fate...
or do we back
up,
to fight another day?
Sometimes the cure
is worse than all the pain......
too many noises, in this lullaby of change,
how can one dream -
when truth has gone insane?

I ride the tremors through my feet -
bloody mass, of aging meat...
the wounds from splinters made of steel and wood.
Yet they march on without pause -
not revealing, their true cause...
because they can, does not mean
that they should.
I'm left shell
shocked,
and cannot draw a breath...
do we rise
up,
or surrender to our death.
A black horizon
that cannot be escaped......
too many terrors, in this lullaby of change,
how can one rest -
when truth is being raped?

Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written July 2009

Sweet Bellona [E]

In the dank…
on your knees…
irradiate a few degrees.
air is bending with the fear
which hope always bears, repeats.
Time is near…
bones and pins
begin to shed your pointless skins
But do not cry - and don’t you fret…
not a beginning… just the end.

Sweet Bellona
split the sky
and fill us with your grace.
Sweet Bellona
don’t fail us now…
rivers dry.........
Sweet Bellona
your embrace…
ending fear and misery
Sweet Bellona
don’t be late... don’t you be...

Huddled apes...
we forget...
as we dine on our own shit,
History bares all the scars
repeated time and time again.
Time to start...
a fresh slate
wallow in our righteous hate.
Throw yourself upon your picket fence
and accept your useless fate.

Sweet Bellona
scorch the soil
and wipe the blood-born clean
Sweet Bellona
show your love
bring to boil.........
Sweet Bellona
smoke the screen
our arrogance brought down from high
Sweet Bellona
destroy the day... destroy the night.

Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written April 2009