Chapter 1


[1. Like][2. Reluctant][3. The Gray ][4. Ashe]
[5. Bit2Clean][6. Spoiled Meat][7. UNTITLED][8. Make Me]
[9. Realitor][10. Inside The Boy][11. CampFire]
[12. The Eyes][13. Breathe] Back toBOOK INDEX Back to MAIN PAGE

LIKE like the lightning ~~~~CRACK~~~~~* I'm the man the Tack To pin ya to the wall face to face rationale lost in fury's haste venom's tossed like any mad man I have my plan....... Fired up and shot down I flow madly like a plane falling from the sky trailing flames like any mad man I have my plan....... acid bubbles on my breath as I tell you of your plight an inch from me a mile from hell The heat is rising now My eyes trace across your face holding you in check your fury is cold and hiding as you see the truth like any mad man I have my plan....... you always said you'd kill If anyone stood if anyone blocked but here I am in your face and all I see is shock after all.....I am here.... after all the talk all I smell is fear like any mad man I have my plan....... Perfectly sane Perfectly positioned Perfect pain every reason joined complete......complete Perfect madness I am one like any mad man I have my plan....... like the lightning ~~~~CRACK~~~~~* I'm the man the Tack To pin ya to the wall face to face rationale lost in fury's haste venom's been tossed ęby MJMansfield 11-13-99 [back to top]

RELUCTANT through the sheets of colored glass a reluctant warrior peers praying that he not have to draw his sword praying he does not have to prove himself or disprove another not wanting to test the boundaries yet he knows he hangs his head he knows he must and with a great have he pushes the panes of glass over and he stands visible to all and finally he lets the hunger rage for the first time in his life and as young king he lets the hunger rage and the eyes show all what the King intends there will be battle swift furious and yes bloody the just...and unjust alike shall be mowed down for there can only be one will and he smears his war paint to hide a single tear and with a roar he launches from his throne walks steadily bare footed thru the broken shards and he does not flinch today he rises today he stands and regardless of want today he is there's he is their king and by God and Goddess he refuses to let them down down to his last breath he will move forward BY: MJMansfield 7-9-98 [back to top]

The Gray The morning sky was gray and it was coating all below it gray also with a wisp of a breeze the gray was broke for a second allowing a few stray rays of light thru theyhit the damp cotton in the field making it glisten as if it were snow a whiteness shining in the gray in all of the years oldness a freshness but for a second The light claimed ground made a promise before it was forced to retreat by the gray leaving etched in my mind the promise The promise of a new day to come The promise that the light would return to me when the season was right By:MJMansfield 10/17/97 [back to top]

Ashe The ashes stir wind blowing they dance billowing this time in rememberance Dancing with reverance Knowing they will fall and the pines will raise back out of them the circle.... always spinning slowly the circle meets itself again and all is realized the ashes dance a gray plume in the distance Like great ghosts upon the hill looking past them easily a Lord and lady can be seen dancing slowly.......... Whispering in each others ear Planning the day theYear smiling..... Dancing slowly loving each other they Dance Smiling at their circle the world growing as it should spiraling around each other thru the ashes back into their fire from the fire their everlasting woods teeming with lifeand love Dancing...... till the ashe is no more The hill is a mighty grove Lush and green Staring into the ashes can this be just a dream???? By: MJMansfield 1/1/98 [back to top]

bit2clean I take this pill and choke down that wine only to gather a little time each horrible gag sweet pain inside growing healthy to die Spinning wheel of life taking me the long way around growing healthy to die can't go out like this Raised head tight chin Locked eyes can't go out like this perfect clothes and a perfect smile a bit too clean a bit too nice a bit too old a bit too young and way too mean gotta get right gotta get wired gotta get straight before I get dead By MJMansfield 10-11-99 [back to top]

Spoiled Meat can you smell the spoiled meat as it hangs from my bones dead and filthy rotten sweet gold warm and full I'm a blessed meal Riding the crashing adrenalin over the dam over and over falling for you again boiling sea of a foamy brine but from here, looking in your eyes it all smells like sweet cherry wine waist deep in the filth of my mind sweet recollection of my kin .....of my kind sweating blood sweet and clean as rain every ounce of me pain sweet pain riding on over and over...over and over.. crashing the dam over and over here's who I am over and over ******** can you smell the spoiled meat as it hangs from my bones dead and filthy rotten sweet gold warm and full I'm a blessed meal ******* The stench of my free will caged and left to starve the only guard sit's by the open door the only guard that filthy sweaty whore left to die at my own hands I see his face and I smile in at me I keep the eye upon that cage I keep the filthy beast incased I keep me inside ******** can you smell the spoiled meat as it hangs from my bones dead and filthy rotten sweet gold warm and full I'm a blessed meal ******* By MJMansfield 9/29/99 [back to top]

UNTITLED (The Lord Cleans His Ladies House) The moon howled at the sight of my wolverine form. Screaming it's vengeance at me like a banshees' wail. It yells why do you use my power. While I hang captive in the sky...... Why do you call out to God. When he stands beside you. Are you blind? Nothing more to do. Call out to your God. As you know you're mine. Call the wind down to earth. Blow away the hate. Call the wind down to earth. Pray it's not too late.... Call the earth up to the sky. Cover up the death. Call the earth up to the sky. Coming closer with every breath.... Call the fire around the world. Time to cleanse the wounds. Call the fire around the world. Time to return to the womb...... Call the water upon the shore. Wash away the trash. Call the water upon the shore. Time the final match.... Four winds blow their wills. Each of them bring their own strength. Four winds blow their wills. Power complete with no lengths.... Brought to you with hopes of love. Hoping you could live. Brought to you by his wife. Knowing you to be wise..... Brought to you with hopes of life. Knowing you to be true. Brought to you with all life. Praying to get at you....... MJ Mansfield [back to top]

MAKE ME Face down in the mud. I know you crave it. You want my blood. Well come and take it.... Make me.... Make me have to hurt you. Make me hurt you. I want nothing more.... Than to cause you pain. I want nothing less. It drives me insane. Make me have to hurt you. Make me make me... Truth is stranger than fiction. I crave excitement, that's my addiction. Make me, make you. Take me down. Make me, make you. Take you down. Taste me now....Make you beg to... Take me now. Make Me, make you beg. Make me.... Make me have to hurt you. Make me hurt you. I want nothing more.... Than to cause you pain. I want nothing less. It drives me insane. Make me have to hurt you. Make me, make me.... Make me.... Make me have to hurt you. Make me hurt you. I want nothing more.... Than to cause you pain. I want nothing less. It drives me insane. Make me have to hurt you. Make me, make me..... Make me.... Make me have to hurt you. Make me hurt you. I want nothing more.... Than to cause you pain. I want nothing less. It drives me insane. Make me have to hurt you. Make me, make me... (Fading into distance)The Eagle Chants: Make me, make me..make me...make me ...... By: MJMansfield [back to top]

REALITOR (buy into my dreams) My soul screams. A common theme. A sureal dream. In my reality....My mind is aflame. More information. My mind is a shame. Searching for knowledge like an infection.... Vomit, puke, excrement. All, fill my mind. All unknowledge. Taking up space....Must eradicate. Must educate. Must indicate. Must abdicate my soul.... Flames still crawling. A cave man works. In my head primitive drawings. Carving a never ending door.... everyday my insanity. A wonderous world. An eventuality. A wounderous world. My reality..................... Really.......... By: MJMansfield [back to top]

Inside The Boy I walk alone, to find his beggining at the end. Into this my holy home... A curious path....he circles in He dances in...he dances out A scream...a scream...his glorious thoughts He...laughs...he laughs...his tears do flow A sigh...a moan...yet he smiles A man among many...yet a boy alone... The fire is cold...it burns...it burns... The fire is warm it takes control It beckons..it sings....it calls us in The fire so warm it takes control Directs the boy...leads the boy....in circles..... The fire builds...the steam builds.... He must be in motion..he must move The train of thought rambles on... Rambling over the perilous rickety tracks.... That is the mind of the boy.... By: MJMansfield 6-28-97 [back to top]

CampFire It's 3 o'clock in the city..... and I've never been more alone They let in a fanatic... and now I've lost my home I must start the fire anew... I light the match and drop it... But the kindlings wet with dew... I feel the emotions... But there's no way to stop it... . So gasoline and a blow torch... I think will do Just the eagles gentle touch... That's what's burning you... Gasoline and a blow torch Sounds romantic to me It's the burning touch.... of the Eagles wings..... It's the story of my desires... The lullabye of dirges... It's the glory of the pyre My strange burning urges.... The glory of the fire... The abandonment of urges.... The glory of the fire.... Oh how sweet the purge is... By:MJMansfield [back to top]

The Eyes Prematurely aged... The rugged warrior sits pondering... For he was a Warrior of Sword and Spirit... His Graying hair matches the worn and turning colors of his armor... The weathered skin matches his soul... The tiredness shows under his eyes... Matching the weariness of his heart... Yet his eyes still twinkle... Showing the spirit underneath is still strong... The eyes still glow of the flame... The Flame that is his love... The eyes... Looking into a future that seems too far away... Looking at a life that must be led... Looking into the future of days left for him to live... The eyes... That have seen the glory of his lord... That have seen the start and end of wars... That have gazed upon beauties untold... The eyes... Holding secrets still... Holding his childrens love... Holding back the years... The eyes... The eyes... a slight tear of joy and pain..... knowing he will remain... The eyes... Always the same..... By:MJMansfield (FireEagle/WaterDragon) [back to top]

Breathe There are times when even breathing is a heavy burden... That the world is so heavy and oppressive.... That going on seems so pointless.... And when the times come... And I feel so alone... In my self created misery.... Always a kind touch from a love, a friend.... A kind word from a stranger.... Always something to say head up... Look ahead.... The world is breathing.... Purpose is not dead.... My eyes and heart focus outward.... Wanting to share the joy.... The gift given to me... And as I remember to love.... To share my heart refills so quickly.... The fire grows.... And I am me... The me I am supposed to be... Spreading Love..... Dispelling the grayness of doubts... Wondering how I ever forgot the joy... The joy of loving... The joy of being... The joy of simply breathing.... Breathing in the wonders of soul and mind.... Breathe... And be... He smiles dreamily.... Smiling and drifts away...] By:MJMansfield 11/8/97 [back to top]

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