There plays an innocent boy
the object of attention
he knows not the war around him
as the predator grooms and plans to seduce him

Innocence lost
it isn't long before he knows
how to cry without noise
how to pretend it was a candy

He doesn't know it isn't really gone
the boy thinks he is powerful and it is banished
no longer a memory nor a reality
pain and anger banished too

alas he is stalked from afar
Napoleon is exciled no longer...
unknowing, unbidden, without permission or audience
our man today sees the enemy his past self created

The sullen boy weeps alone and no one comforts him
the man sees him in his dreams and can't help him
the man tries to reach him, tries to comfort him,
but the journey to reach him is long....and treacherous

The man watches his comfortable life explode..
jobs become impossible, families no longer trust,
behind closed eyes he sees the child...he is bleeding
he opens his eyes and the world is different....
the sky rains Anvils, every garden a graveyard.....

He opens his mouth to scream and nothing comes out
"Silence" obtains a whole new meaning..
His thoughts task him daily moment by moment
trying to kill them all, boy, man, and HIM

how to grasp the impossible?
Say the unsayable?
Mourn the loss of that which still haunts?
feast on vengeance yet become not evil?

For me...it begins with the words
the future but the past, the story but the truth,
Poetry, with it's maudlin poignant reality,
but lacking dedication to the NOW....

I sing odes and lullabys to a stony faced reticent boy
who knows what I know....
that trust was betrayed...
that Monsters are real....

I sometimes am gifted with a laugh or a giggle
yesterday he fell asleep with me...
I combed his hair and told his snores how precious he is
I didn't know this would turn out...it still may not...but what other choice do I have?

Through the looking Glass I walk to rescue my past,
I am his fortress, his champion,
and I will banish the monster.......
no matter how hard this is.

Geoffrey

Wow... I can imagine this one as a song. Love your style.

Alex

this is good.
the following lines especially speak to me:

"how to grasp the impossible?
Say the unsayable?
Mourn the loss of that which still haunts?
feast on vengeance yet become not evil?

...

I sing odes and lullabys to a stony faced reticent boy
who knows what I know....
that trust was betrayed...
that Monsters are real....

...

I didn't know this would turn out...it still may not...but what other choice do I have?

Through the looking Glass I walk to rescue my past,
I am his fortress, his champion,
and I will banish the monster.......
no matter how hard this is. "

i appreciate your work.
lee

Thank you Alex, and Traveler,

How amazing it is to be praised for these writings...

I tend to show them to others expecting good things, but the result is never what I think it will be. They tire of my maudlin perspective. They only see me as so sad..they don't realize that the effort to express it quells the screams in my mind by giving my anger and pain a voice. Don't they realize that this is triumph? They wish I wouldn't write because it is so DARK.

All they see is that I am a vetran of psychic wars.

Veteran of the Psychic Wars - Blue Oyster Cult

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long
Where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at
And far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I'm not sure if there's anything left of me

Don't let these shakes go on
It's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh, please don't let theses shakes go on

You ask me why I'm weary, why I can't speak to you
You blame me for my silence
Say it's time I changed and grew
But the war's still going on dear
And there's no end that I know
And I can't say if we're ever...
I can't say if we're ever gonna to be free

Don't let these shakes go on
It's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating out our brains
Oh, please don't let theses shakes go on

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy's spent at last
And my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons and I'm helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I'm made of
Did I hear you say that this is victory?

Don't let these shakes go on
It's time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And been sliding into hell
Oh, please don't let shakes go on
Don't let these shakes go on
Don't let these shakes go on

Your works are awesome, some of them are hard to read for me cos mostly i can relate to them but i love your writings and your style. I know what you´re talkin bout with people not seeing what´s behind. Don´t let them discourage you, we love and need your pieces. And yeah i like the song too though the Metallica´s version more.

Alex

Thanks Alex....Awesome!

I have never heard the Metallica Cover of "Veteran of the Psychic Wars" I will have to check that out!

Thanks

So amazing and deep... keep sharing... even if it is dark is is truly awesome and amazing... its an honor to know you Geoff..

and yes i agree with Alex, i know the song but like metallica's version better.. both are good versions though...
if you haven't already here it is
http://youtu.be/C5vSIu_ERm8

Jayy

WoW Jayy...thanks.

I appreciate it. I likewise feel the same about you. That we live, that we draw breath, that we survive, that we LOVE, is a testament to the FAILURE of them that abused.

I may have bled and hurt and been ashamed.....but no..that isn't the end of my story, I am MORE.

Love you Jayy...Geoff

Psychic Wars-

One of those rare moments where I say - Yes. That's it. How perfect an explanation for the trials I've experienced. A beautiful example. Great post man.