The Eternal Uprising

The physics of silence.

christiankane — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 08:37:39 +0000

Just like a fountain pen,
so our tongues run dry.
spitting whatever lays within
we wear out our throats.

No one asks about content,
only if they are heard-
This symptom is indeed dire
And yet all too common.

How can you be understood
if your words have no meaning?
and again we speak too much
yet we say nothing at all.

When will someone stop
when they have nothing to say?
Freedom of speech is nice,
but the right to silence is more.

For what has ever been won
by the multitude of words?
Nations still go to war
and the world is in chaos!

In the quest for knowledge,
we have not found wisdom–
nor have learned restraint
or even how to close a gate.

There is a fire burning within
but only if it is tended.
Most try to put it out
with a constantly flapping wind.

{CK}

Free Fall

christiankane — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 16:16:19 +0000

The wind it whistles away
as I drift through the sky.
I see fires, pines, and pires
with bracken, muck and mire.
The light shines brightly
and my shadow is shrinking.
Smell the fire upon the pire
and waiting for me to expire.
My time has not yet come
Yes, death shall have to wait–
The wind, the water and the fire
the bracken, the thicket and pire
For I am over an ocean
and I can learn how to swim.

{Christian Kane}

Note: written for a friend in turmoil.

Provocateur.

christiankane — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 12:05:31 +0000

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

christiankane — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 06:52:53 +0000

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

christiankane — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 22:06:17 +0000

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}

UPDATE: This post is a Poets Rally Week 32 winner for the Perfect Poet Award.

Thanks to all over at the Jingle blog who voted for it.

If I was to pick the next winner, I would have to give it to belladonna23…

Flowers and Thorns.

christiankane — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 09:51:50 +0000

A rose though beautiful
cannot stop an iron heel
Though the woods are fairer
Well after they have flowered

I asked the rose to forgive me
if I had stepped upon it.
Then came to me the reply:
The thorns will teach you not to do it twice.

How can I feel the thorns
if I wear these iron boots?
But the boots protect my feet
and keep them free of stones.

Listen to the flower–
it shall teach you how to walk:
both with your feet unshod
and your blood near the top

This white rose may run red
flowing with my blood-
But at the end of it all
I may learn to watch my step.

{Christian Kane}

Ecsatsy

christiankane — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 08:42:58 +0000

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…

christiankane — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 08:22:44 +0000

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!

christiankane — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 12:55:12 +0000

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

christiankane — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 07:58:18 +0000

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}