Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Some Arrow Shaped Verse.

Ride, ride, ride,
with the
tide, tide, tide.
Searching for what is inside.
No place to go, and no other place to hide.

Sing! Sing! Sing!
Let it
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Looking ever for my thing.
Nothing's going to chain my wing.

Sour, sour, sour,
let it
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Our dreams scattered on the floor.
Maybe not growing anymore.

hope can't,
die! die! die!
The words echo at my,
futile little human cry.

dance, dance,dance!
make a
Stance, stance,stance!
Here are my shield and lance.
Tho one could swipe them away at a glance.

But I'll
day or,
night, night, night.
Even when held up to a light,
there's nowhere to go, the end's never in sight.

Go, go,go,
as flys the
crow, crow, crow.
Fine I'll rest from taking a blow,
but not the same kind in a row.

like a
Tide! Tide! Tide!
and a thousand wings multiplied!
To find whatever lies on inside.

Self Motivational Poem

Every beat will be beaten stronger,
Every step will be stepped longer.
It's sink of swim but I think I'll fly.
You don't dare die on me I!
Every breath will be breathed in deeper.
As the road get's steeper, steeper.
New challenges around every bend.
I'll be a wizard when I reach the end!

Note:this poem was not written for anyone other then the writer.

A Half-Assed Observation

Government of fools,
Population of clowns.
It's surprising how often stupidity rules.
Government of clowns,
Population of fools.
That doesn't change mush from rags up to gowns.

I'm not better or know who's the best.
I'm just a fellow jest.
In the stage act of this race,
like everyone else trying to keep with the pace.

Dogs of the Government

We will come for 
By Sun, By Moon,
we will find you 
We'll catch, your sent,
and on your hide we will be
At count, of 3,
all your tricks we'll 
We will come for 
By Sun, By Moon,
we will find you 

The shrinking text is implying the the person seeing is moving away. This poem/song is supposed to be barked out and howled in places, sense your not hearing it, you have to be told, you know...

A Death

Next to granite walls.
In golden urn and earthen walls.
Next to fountain and trees in bells and berry.
Metal rusted, sweet as apple, red like cherry.
The melancholy will end at this song,
for you can't forever grief for who is gone.

A Fright

In the night,
I see a fright.
In it's eyes,
I see a light.
At me now it casts it's sight,
no more is heard of through the night.

A Response to the Dark Lord

Your black feathers fall to the ground,
vaperising without a sound.
From up high smooth ground stings.
You'll know when we break your wings.
[an army of men yell "Ho!" and stomp, 
let's refer to this as "[Ho!]"]
spear,axe, hammer, sword!
Truth, Justice, "For the Lord!"
Fire, shadow, lightning, thunder,
with your magic our land you plunder!
Cold iron will break your charms,
"You come, You come"
We raise our arms!
Be it flame or snow!
To fight we go!
We'll pluck you off the skis!
And strike a blade between those soulless eyes!

A Machine

When you finish your meal.
oil the wheel.
replace those cogs, and polish the steel!
bits *clang, clung, clang*

Unfold the wings!
Wind up the springs!
Start up the furnace until metal sings!

Before it get's late.
Open the gate.
For today we'll be dancing with fate!

Down goes the sun.
You can run.
I won't quite untill I'm done.

And you ask why?
They didn't let me fly.
So now they all shall die!
*wooooooooo, Boom*