The Shadow.

Smash the fucking cranium into

the stepping stone, 

Die unto the willful practice

and know that you're 

alone,

Bullet proof? In the end, defy,

in this bloody lie and scream

it through the roof,

Survivor awaiting, in burning

body, soul and spirit torn,

Casket calling, last heartbeat

worn, 

Broken, nothing left to morn,

Standing still at the end of the 

day,

Proof positive, its' time to

let the shadow side

play...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

08/23/2016

Room 101.

Listing in mirrors, reality drowning,
lies...
All across the causeways, trampling,
it dies...

Disaster in the midway, entangled,
lost, ensnared...
Halfway into madness, they struggled
and they flared...

The future is the future now, but only
so they say...
Mind, listing in media, a puppet to
the play...
Electro-shock without the pain, static
disarray...

Lost, the illusion of resistance, in
denial of existence...
Facing fears in one-oh-one, forgiven
in remittance...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman

Short Letter From the Heart.

Children,

   No amount of artful rhymes or poetry could come close to describing anything when it comes to you.
Not a day goes by that I don't imagine your faces, your voices, your individual personalities, each and every one of you, I miss you with my entire soul and when I look at your little sister I see each of you all the time.
I hope that one day you find this, should I be unable to find you right away, and know that I love you with all my heart and soul and I will never, ever give up until you are here where you belong, with your family.

I love you.

-Dad.

Identity Undone.

Shut down, locked out, emotional
stronghold, separate from
the rest,
Robotic, cold, calculating, soul
laid to rest,
But nothing less is expected of
the best.

Through fire, heart to charcoal,
compartmentalized, optimal,
functional,
Rageless, nameless, the automaton
speaks, optional, thinks,
supplemental.

Hey there, you, what is your
name?
Prompt unknown, question
reframe.

Lifeline, dead, will, subjugated
in full,
Functional cog, integral piece
of the whole...
-END-
D.C. Chapman
04/05/2016

Maran Atha.

Septic souls encased in
brick, praying to dead
trees,
Heartless, pretend, good
in Godliness, dancing
bees.

Drones, in packs, convincing
empty words,
Feeding troughs, meaningless
babble, pointless, mindless
herds.

Slaughtering truth and
power through repeated
conviction,
Willingness, smiles, down
the line, feeding the
reflection.

Thirst, quenched with
intoxicating vibes leading
nowhere,
What's that?! Who are you?!
Oh look! Over there!
Lost in the works and words
of self-serving prayer.

Maran Atha! Where are
you?
Piece of wood? Turn the
stone? None of THAT is
true.

Cast away all, forget the
remembered and take
the fall,
Inside, outside, feel the
call,
It is a wonder that any
will know at all...
-END-
D.C. Chapman
04/05/2016