Provocateur.

I will not let you twist my heart
No matter how hard you crank
I’m still a little hung over
From the Eternal wine I drank
I thought this was just a fun ride,
But it is hell if I must be frank.
Fail to feel all over again
Yet is my mind then left so blank.

This inflammatory language–
It begs to set the world on fire.
No matter the ways it may be said,
The pervert is bound to the pire.
Though you ever assault my eyes
With the burning and evil mire,
I will ever press on beyond you
Even if or when my soul does tire.

-Yes-

You have become my provocateur-
I will strike back with an image.
For though the earth may yet burn,
I have been set on a pilgrimage.
Canis Paradiso is on my trail
and will cause evil to hemorrhage.
When he sets his fangs upon you
Never will those wounds be bandaged.

Never provoke a hungry lion
unless you are in hunt of death
The last mistake you ever make
Always takes away your breath.
So turn away from your hatred
And finally forsake you wrath.
Best to flee a naked temptress
before it all flays your back.

{Christian Kane}

Millionaire

Under a million suns have I walked, and over a million miles.  The dust drifts by lazily, and I no longer swat at the flies.  For the millionth time have I died and still not a burial. Every day is a battle I’ve lost though I may never remember.  A million friends have come and gone, but the earth is under my feet.  The millionth breath I take bears a great strain.  I press through a million trials and write plays of a million tragedies.

A million raving fans brings a million expectations.  Where there are millions of dollars, a million bribes are taken.  A million hearts will break in the next million seconds– but in front of a million witnesses we are all acting fine.  A million locusts are perched outside my window– the produce they have eaten could have fed a million.  Their grins are opened wide and their fangs are glistening.  With a million shouts of “Apollyon!” I wonder if I’m enough to go around.  Ten million apologies for a million offenses, and still a grudge lingers when the millions are counted.

A classic story, this man versus a million; but the millions haven’t seen what is really inside me.  A million vipers war with a million angels… but the millions of them are within one of me.  A million ghosts watch from the ceiling, cheering me on my way… but a million demons watch as well, waiting to snag my feet.  A million footsteps are behind me and ten million more are to come, but I must ask… are they all in the right direction?

{Christian Kane}

Magic Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall,
show me of my great downfall
Can there be a sight so sweet
As that of my soul’s defeat?
My flag is that of surrender
given over to this terror
This image makes my heart shiver
Hatred flowing like a river

Mirror mirror on the floor
your tricks became such a bore
I’ll leave your shards in a heap
You conspire to crush the weak
You are broken, magic mirror
I will throw you in the fire
Down to hell your lies will go
Finally I’ll be left alone.

{Christian Kane}