Welcome Back Nephilim

Welcome back Nephilim. Where ya been?
Some of us been waiting for you to come back again.
Not that we wanted you to.
We just knew that we have no choice but to...

Welcome you back.
You had plans to return all along.
To take control of what you started eons ago.
So welcome back.
Do you realize what you started, way back then?
It's a pretty sad story and yet without you
we'd still be living in caves (and will be soon)

Welcome back Nephilim. Why've you been
hiding out on the back side of the moon? You always knew
you'd be coming back again. To reign with fear again.
We did too. Just wouldn't admit that we were not the
center of the universe.
So nothing to do, but...

Welcome you back.
You had plans to return all along.
To finish what you started so long ago.
So welcome back.
Did you envision what a mess you would have created
way back then?

Too bad we were too concerned with battling ourselves
to take the time to believe that you could be,
just might be, honest to your word and would return
to rule once again.

So, welcome back giant Nephilim. Here you go.
It's your world again, we refuse to defend. Good luck with the show.
Of course the world you created ended up so much smaller
than you hoped.

So long Nephilim. It's my time time to leave
for the back side of the moon
to hide out for some time.
Hope you do better this time.

On-Call Friend

You called me when you'd had a few last night.
Was it a game?
Had your feelings changed?
Cause we didn't fight.

You talked to me with kind words and kept it light.
Was there intent?
Were you looking for consent?
It really was nice, cause we didn't fight.

I hate the thought of being used
whenever things go wrong for you.
That I will always be there,
when you've had a bad night.
Cause you know I won't fight.
Cause you know I still care about you.

I called you when I'd had a few tonight.
You told me no more games,
that things would never change.
I didn't bother to fight.

You talked to me with harsh words
how dare I call you so late at night.

Like there was intent.

Like I was looking for consent.

Then again, you've always been right.

I understand now I'm nothing but your on-call friend.
You only care when you need me.
Just someone on whom you can depend.
Someone you know will answer the phone
when he sees your name on caller ID.
Yet hate when you see mine. Never a good time.
Stupidly, always your on-call friend.

Standing At The Threshold

I am standing at this threshold.
Standing at this threshold.
Waiting to be called.
Realizing my time here is close to over.

I don't like this reality.
This humanity.
But, finally realize that it's
gone on an eternity.

Standing on this threshold,
afraid of what comes next.
Straddling the threshold,
should I have known
that it's only a game?
Only a game called life.

I don't like this reality.

This humanity.

But, finally realize that it's

gone on an eternity.

I'm standing on this fence post
like Humpty Dumpty afraid of the fall
that all of us must take
into the unknown depths of mortality.

I don't like this reality.

This humanity.

But, finally realize that it's

gone on an eternity.

Hope I made not too many mistakes

as I stand upon this threshold.

And await my fate....
or a new adventure that awaits.

Another Strange Day

I walk to my car, time to face another day.

I really hate my job, but, what can I say?
Pull into the lot, an empty spot, No Way!
Could it be that this just might be...
Another strange day?

Get to my desk, my boss calls me in.
Says I'm working too hard for the pay grade I'm in.
He shakes my hand and thanks me. I thank him.

Could it be? Might it be? That I'm living

Another strange day?

Get home from work and go get the mail.

No bills and no junk and that's something to hail.

How could this be? That I'm actually
Living another strange day?

Wait up until late
for the Lotto I play.
The numbers come tumbling,
Oh boy this is humbling.

Not one number matches mine.
Aw screw it. That's just fine.
Cause I got to live through
another strange day.
Even if it's over.

Sylvia

She was old and grey
and set in her ways.
Yet, I kept her
active everyday.
My Sylvia

She puked and she farted
in a disgusting way.
But, at her age (89)
what was I to say?
Poor Sylvia.

I'll never forget
and with much dread,
the day I found her cold and
....... dead.
Bless Sylvia.

I try to visit
as much as I can.
So sad to see her
pulled apart by hand.
Such savages to my Sylvia!

As I leave the "graveyard"
where she now lays
I'll never forget that
bright sunny day
I bought Sylvia.

And I can't help be dream
Of all the "parts" she'll play
in someone else's day-to-day
transportation.

Rest in "piece(s)" Sylvia.

Dedicated to my Charcoal Gray 1989 Dodge Spirit