Ecsatsy

Every now and then, it pays to be a little more abstract.  This ought to satisfy that need for a while.

Drugs
Endorphins
Power
Money

Lust,
torture
hunger
evil

death
pain
tyranny
poverty

We use
We have
We make
The End.

{Christian Kane}

Eternity…

My words have failed
And I cannot write.
For I sing a song
that none can hear-
I speak of things
that cannot be seen-
I write of things
you can’t understand-
But under the night sky
Is an expanse of land.

In this immortal night–
A city of eternal light!
God and man unified
in an eternal bliss-
A lamb is a monarch
and spirits the people-
Nothing dies there
for millions of years.
No violence heard either-
For that desire is crushed

But below the city
there lies a valley.
In this valley is a lake
a body of pure fire.
in it are the demons
seeking to get out–
Their hatred spewed
is turned back on them
both on those devils
and also on the damned.

A vampire burns forever
Screaming as if a man
on embodyments of evil
No pity is to be had
The city sees the smoke
Just as dense as death
it stands as a reminder
Of that from which we came
The angels stand in awe
Of the flame burning forever.

The city sits securely
No impurity approaches
Yes it will stand forever
Safe from wolves or roaches
Standing tall as the flame
It is a testimony.
Time no longer has meaning
It is swept by the tide
The perfect live in bliss
The evil ones will die.

{Christian Kane}

An Announcement!

To all those who may read or randomly stumble upon this post, I am officially on facebook.  If you search for Christian Kane, I feel it only fair to warn you that I am not the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” guy.  If you see the picture with the nuclear blast, that’s me.  Drop me a line, I’d love to talk to you.  I’m working on some new pieces to display here, so stay tuned.

Thanks for reading.

{Christian Kane}

This Heart

This heart like diamond
Glimmers in the sun.
Is it pretty to look at
Though hard as stone?

This heart like death
Is about as cold ice
Yet find I no fires
With which to melt the brick

This heart like fire
Guides many a soul
But it burns their hands
If ever they touch it.

This heart like thorns
May protect the flower.
If blood is drawn
I find myself alone.

This heart like flowers
Has been pressed so flat
I guess I gave it away
Then never got it back.

This heart like Phoenix
will rise from the ashes
When God gives me my wings
I swear I will fly again

{Christian Kane}