There is no love here. Only Power.
We have no charity. Only Power.
Alms are not given to the poor. Only Power.
Do not hope for hope. Only Power.
Joy is a fable in these lands. There is only Power.
We are dealers of Power and we perfect all we see. When I stretch out my hand to you it will be for your betterment. Your desires are flawed fragments in the grand portrait of existence. We shade, brush, erase and cover up these mistakes with Power and when we finish all is beautiful.
No lust. Only Power.
No greed. Only Power.
No freedom. Only Power.
No hatred. Only Power.
No peace. Only Power.
Power for Power’s sake.
-CL Fuqua
Summer Pain Winter Glory
Outside the seasons change and the once dead trees begin to unfold again with new life.
Icy mist gives way revealing newborn flowers among the meadows.
Life! Life! Life has won again it seems!
But in a Castle so haunted as this, Summer’s light holds no sway.
The Winter’s darkness is forever enthroned and spreads like an inky fog until it fills every crevice and every crack.
The iron grip of frost and pain has loosened on the world at large but do not become boastful in the newfound warmth of the sun.
Winter is always at hand. And a Tyrant is never so brutal as when he has come to reclaim what was lost.
-CL Fuqua
All Is Revealed
Lift the veil from our eyes
Exposing the world’s lies
The lies shrouded us in false security
Content we unknowingly lost our purity
We no longer recognize our own reflection
Forever changed by this strange infection
I just wanted to meet you up there
With blue skies and crisp fresh air
But we are apart in a tepid quagmire
Filled with cowards, killers and liars
I dream of you often even so
I wail and moan for you to know
I have become so ugly I cannot stand my own being
My sin is a great black ocean I would spare you from seeing
Sadly the only chance I have for happiness in this life
Is that you fell as well sharing altogether in this strife
We are monsters so let us love in our hideous way
Let’s run together in the cursed night escaping the day
All is revealed, all is revealed
Nothing left for us to conceal
-CL Fuqua
The Good Ghost
Ghost of my memory; Ghost of my past
Have you come to stay with me at last
I reside here where you left me long ago
No one to love and unable to let go
I can hear your voice softly just beyond the veil
Will I find the strength and finally set sail
To journey after your spirit in luminescent lands
Discarding this dying shell to the terrestrial sands
Are you still waiting in the bliss of the other life
As I have here among decay and earthly strife
Lacrimosa! Lacrimosa! O spiteful heart that beats ever on!
Cease your work that I might abandon this night for eternal dawn
Two Ghosts forever mingled in realms beyond
My steadfast dream of which I am painfullly fond
-CL Fuqua
Light in the dark
“The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light; they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.”
Raised from the dust to manhood in ignorant bliss
Never upon my cheek have I felt Truth’s burning kiss
I could have skulked on fettered amidst the black forever
Unknowingly drowned in inky darkness unable to sever
Such existence was the birthright of us all
Huddled in a fallen mass so large yet small
Until it came to us in such fearful power
Burning our eyes was the infinite tower
Composed of pure Light, radiant and pure
It was mercilessly True and here to cure
But I am not in need of release from disease
I am so entwined with it, it has become my ease
The great Light is hard and burns my eyes
While the dark lets me wallow in my cozy lies
I crawl back to the anonymity of the unknown
Clinging to the dark crevices where Light has not shone
Leave me be, Light, let me alone
The shadow is all I have to call my own
When I was still a child I could have been reached
But I am now too practiced in all the dark does teach
-CL Fuqua
Built to last
Days go by at the speed of life
Tick after tick I feel the slow knife
One more wrinkle upon my face
One more reminder of my fleeting place
I started out stronger than the fire of hell
But not long after began the toll of the bell
The spirit leads and the flesh should follow
Mine has died and soon the body will hollow
Where is the joy of my childhood
Bringing hope to all I could?
It seems it has fallen away and ever so fast
Thank my Maker, for I was not built to last
-CL Fuqua
Time is now
There was a time
There was a time
When I believed in tomorrow
Far away was my sorrow
But look at me now would you
Fixed to the ground could you
All I know is yesterday
Futures now cast away
You can’t trust the plan
If you don’t know the man
It’s really a sad story
The details are a tad gorey
But I’m starting not to give a damn
And I happen to be my biggest fan
I watched Death
I watched Death work tonight
The victim’s eyes lost their light
Have you ever witnessed anything so mysterious as this
There’s a finality and quiet as one slips into deathly bliss
“Don’t use your teeth when you bite me, please”
I said as the fangs ripped through me with ease
I wriggled and writhed to escape my fate
Until finally I accepted that it was too late
This is when the world began to fade away
And with it all the chaotic mess filling the day
Now its quiet and dark
No dogs to bark
Not even the fluttering of the meadowlark
I watched Death work tonight
Worked on me until I had no fight
I am dead with nothing left to say
I am dead so take your Life and go away
-CL Fuqua
Oasis of Dreams
Remembering always remembering
All I have are memories
Times long past
Futures gone at last
Eyes faded slowly over time
Once bright but losing their shine
I can still recall the first vision
I still see you in my dreams with precision
Reality is a desert from which I must flee
Diving into an oasis of Dreams I am free
I can see you as you were
And I too am there
Our love is young but sure
And in my dreams you still care
-CL Fuqua
Twilight’s Last Gleaming
It’s all poetry after all
We saw the rise
We saw the fall
Come to me amidst fiery skies
Choke back the smoke
Killing one another over lies
We never cared about fallout
Only winning
Cast away all doubt
What is this travesty we’ve become?
Left with two paths
One, murder and the other, martyrdom
This is twilight’s last gleaming
Blood rains
So why is your face beaming?
When my fresh blood covers you end to end
Just remember
There was a time when you called me friend
-CL Fuqua
