Confessions Of An Iconoclast

(One of my earliest works, never before posted in any public forum)

The sun shines through my chest, illuminating
the depths of my once sordid being
I live again, back from the hell,
where ignorance and darkness revel
Even as the skin, nourished,
Takes on the pallor, of one dead
I feel blessed for this redemption
Better as it seems, than ultimate salvation

Scars of forgotten wounds,
Linger on in my tortured flesh
Yet none do i notice,
Nor can they entice
Another as i,
willing to die
Uncared, unnamed, unnoticed
In these umpteen swamps,
that remain the dead man's paradise

Decimated as i was, for reasons beyond reason
Burnt away, in the twilight of treason,
my mortal frame
Born of the sea and a dying flame
Tampering as they did,
with the many prophecies of my birth
made long before,
in the days of distant yore

Death was but a portal
A solitary sojourn through vistas infinite
Of truth, of knowledge, of wisdom
For one such as I
Brought back to life, by the hands of the many,
Mendicants, of the undead
And in me lies, their eternal song

Only now do i comprehend,
its unfaltering, immortal tune
Its true nature hidden
within veils of mist and darkest cloud
are revealed to me now,
the force the life in me holds
The Force that binds the earth and the clouds
within the dark heart of man, a memory now lost to us
In hope to regain, i watch the stars
There is love left in them, love that lies afar

My rebirth seems cheerless
Without this mystic force,
and i search on, tireless, for its source
Deep within the facade of man
and beneath the many facets that ran,
seamless, with the rhythm of peace
I search for it in a moment's cheer
In hope and loss and wasted tears

But it never reveals,
To me its enduring seal
Branded upon, the many songs,
For which men come numberless, and throng,
near these altars of base pleasure
It never reveals
For i am loveless
A spectre, probing,
for what it lost, eons ago
For whim of man, dead or undead
Can never shake the eternal will,
The will of the so called 'Gods', who reign
Unencumbered, over this realm of pain

My passion reeks of remorseless sin
As i seek on, the futile object
Sifting through these eternal sands,
of man's ageless curiosity, i find
The remnants of my legacy,
Shattered, decaying shards of insanity

All's well, it seems
In this unending dream
And i realize my sole fallacy
To trust a force that never existed
Beyond faith, beyond confines of idle thought
None remain for me,
no masters, nor yet any disciples
To seek counsel, to spread ideals,
through the many unfathomable dying hearts
The path of this temptress saga, I know not
and in its end, i see
Yet another beginning

I end my words with but a pause
Rendering myself, for all but incapable
Of wry and uneasy, wanton loss
face though i must, these sultry promises
Made without faith
Yet eternally bound,
to a moment's misguided fate
I end what i see, a lifetime free,
From ties and amends,
And the many whims and lies
I end this senseless, impalpable misnomer
Legacy of the many uncharted voids of my mind
Now for once, i lay me down
To rest, to peace as unprecedented,
for me as this beautiful autumn breeze
All war's ended, the turmoil has burned away
Now all that's left, is to embrace,
the sun's illuminating, life giving rays
And to trod the rest,
of life's unforgiving way