Poems of the Rōnin Scribe

I'm going to be posting my poetry in here. I appreciate comments and constructive criticism but, please don't say anything if it's going to be unrelated to the poems.



Iscariot am I

I speculate and theorize
the cause of my current disposition,
but all I can realize
is that I am a man without a mission.

I thought I'd cross the ocean blue
or sell my soul to the highest bidder
just to be the one for you.
Now I'm holding thirty bits of silver.

I saw it with my own two eyes,
I walked from light without caution.
I willed my mind to believe lies
and left this sacred hallowed bastion.

And thusly I, Iscariot become
like Judas, my own faith undone.

"Thou shalt have no other gods before Me." Exodus 20:3

Dog of War

It is said he is a gallant man
he who would defend his homeland
He who fights not for friend and fan
but still gladly takes a gun in hand

It is he who fights in a politician's stead
hunts a man and then his son
with a bullet right in his damn head
so that his man can say the war is won

Or is it better he who pleasures in killing
and in it makes a not-so-honest buck
and loves his job 'cause he finds it thrilling
and now he's not so down on his luck

He's allowed to shoot and be loud
with an attitude in combat bore
holding his title he is proud
to be called a Dog of War