This Creature Called Man
Before the candles' luminous alter I kneel;
A world's darkened weight resting upon me.
None can truly know this despair deep withing that I feel
A son of man, can you hear this creature's dreadful plea?

Across desert sands you gleefully walked,
Of course, I've heard the talk
So enjoyin' all men in a peaceful hand
And lead 'em off into some euphoric and blissful land.

Some say you walked upon the water
Even calmed an angry sea
Then tell me, O son of man, why haven't
You been able to calm these troubling waters within me?

Cold and shivering, kneeling before a candle's hypnotic flame,
Amber liquid dances within the spoon's cradle
Ah! That sweet, bitter sting
How it washes away all life's suffocating shame.

Tell me now, O son of man,
Of your master plan
Just how are you to save
this pitiful creature called man?

With your powerful inner vision
Can you see these empty shadows dancing about me?
In all your knowledge and wisdom
Can you tell me that this was how it was truly meant to be?

Madness! Defiantly, it stands before me waiting
Like an executioner, life's only witness
Overtly he stands at the read to lead me to the gallows
Life's waters so shallow, far too many shadows

A spirit caught up in a whirlwind of memories and shame
A darkness so consuming, so suffocating
No escape from this world so inane
Its existence I wonder who's to blame?

If you couldn't or wouldn't pull the spikes
From your own hands and feet
While helplessly family and followers stared in agony
With wringing hands lost in defeat

Then tell me, O son of man, how are you
To pull the spikes from these veins?
From disdain, how many of your followers
I wonder actually refrains?

If you, O son of man, questioned your own Father's loyalty
Before surrendering unto the waiting arms of death,
Then how am I to believe that you'll save
This miserable creature called man in his last breath?

David "Sfx" Bauguess
12/20/2012

Where Silence Leads
How many leagues must I dive
Far beneath life's troubling seas;
How long must I linger
In a world so dead yet alive?
How long before I'm set loose from
The madness which surrounds me?

Will you tell me, please?
How one might escape this world's
Chaotic disease?
This land of immoral dreams and empty lies
A land filled with dark and sinful lullabies

How far must I ascend into the self
To discover the land where peace knows no end?
A land of silence
Where it will lead us unto spiritual deliverance.

David "Sfx" Bauguess
8/3/2010