Bleak Fry Day

This is just for fun. Not really serious.



Lamented with a kiss
Comes a mourning eclipse
Hovering over the light
An ebony mass beguiled
Succumbing to dread’s deceitful insanity
As flesh sweeps the floors shamelessly

Are we/they dead? Which?, Whom?
Are these Ghosts unaware,
That they are even dead?
Shallow inside a hollow grave
Amongst this world’s disarray

And the crowds march on
Singing the cadence of unbeknownst doom
Goosebumps. Anticipation forms in great droves
As they all climb up cheap thrills
By pushing others deep down into depression

A black veil of torment
Blindly spreads around
Taking host to hopelessness
Smiling with tears of fiery enthrallment
As calamity births belligerence

All this manmade travesty believed
As it controls the fates of many
As it destroys the fates of the few

It’s hard to see with oblivious eyes
Because blindness is so very contagious

It’s here
Daze of yonder chaos
Living in deathly disillusion
As a part of us dies,
Standing in the clouds
Toppling each other
As hundreds to thousands become willingly abused

Welcome back, Soon
There will be another bleak Friday
Poor of the riches they thought they had


And then many celebrate their faith on Sunday
A day stolen from ancient times
Learning how all Pagans are “evil”
Bragging about greed’s grace
As they pay the insidiously holier than thou man
So they can be saved for one more year

Welcome to Bleak Fry Day
A hell created by man
Created for men to fallow like sheep

I’ll buy in
Only if I can buy out

Doubtful if anything positive will ever come of this
Because negativity is something this world just loves to bestow

The trEnd



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
11/25/11

Through my Edda's Perspective

With Odin’s day gone
Tyr’s day shall battle on
Besides Thor’s hammer held up high
Upon the glory of Freya’s golden enchantment
Linked into spheres of multi dimensional allegiance

The sun’s day so fiercely fiery
Moon’s day ever so cooling
Tyr’s arm strongly proven
Back to Odin and Thor we go
Till Rangerock comes raging through

A cycle becoming complete
Everything and anything shall eventually cease
Through the legend of the Norse beyond
Into dreams of uncharted journeys gone

Into the present
Midgard, May we all rejoice
Under the wisdom of Yggdrasil
Odin’s unlimited tree of knowledge, But of course

Marching joyously into battle
May all brave Norsemen always reign supreme

Death is the honor of fighting beyond the flesh
Valhalla here we come, Here we come
Straight into the halls of a warriors reunion
Past and presently strong in numbers
Heathens marching in unison

We are one!
We are one!

Awaiting the Norns
To decide our own fate
May our battles always rage on!



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II