RMC

God made everything in sight,
so I don’t hide my slight,
as I go through the day
I slay those who look to fight.

Given a situation to solve
the muster of bluster absolved
is found when the sound
of voices find timber and are soft.

Reason and logic are true
and deep down you know it too
that the conflict I afflict
doesn’t go where it needs not to.

Lord take this black pit
of tar born of asps that lie and spit
venom that’s in them it’s
a fit place I face and sit.

The stirring swells of deep blue
that tumble rise and fall
call to us a thrust we must
travel through the black tall.

The rails of thunder make small
the people who know none.
The storms of our making recall
the damage and the fun.

Calamity is abound I found
the slight in my might contrite
despite all my bluster I muster
in true life I don’t like to fight.

Though you take my eyes
and take me for the ride of my life
when the rain in me subsides
I am still left with my strife.

Black is the wholesome tale
that is spoiled when told to sell
ones own tone I don’t condone
the nights sin just the blissful hell.

Morph into the blue,
dissolve all that’s small,
give me reprieve I seethe
through skin poison all.

Sweat the ocean I see
before me what I shall slay today.
Sweet is the taste of salt
while in deep I stay.