Interrogated

Spear me! Skewer me!

Bleed me dry.

Whip me! Cut me!

pock my eye.

Scar me! Char me!

oh gee, oh my,

describe to me how I will die.

Dunk my head in water & my feet in coals.

Tie me up for months in cramped holes.

Grind me! Skin me!

Try,try,try!

And describe to me how I will die.

Come on! Come on!

Do your worse,

it's not like it was my curse.

A Sad Tail

For no rhyme or reason,

convicted of treason,

in the grandiose time of war!

He kicked and he shouted,

his angers spouted,

for he hadn't done nothing before.

His Mom's eyes full of tears,

and with sneers from his peers,

he was sent to a cell.

He spent all his time,

looking for an exit to climb,

and broke his neck as he fell.

This is actually for a short story I'm currently writing. If currently means the time I write this post.

Due Dates

Hour glasses stand at my shoulders,

weighting down at my heart.

Heavy as boulders,

yet as light as a dart.

Coming with the the parting of mist,

and the reading of the to-do list,

they tear the cover away showing the world is scary and raw.

With may be just, but defiantly cruel law.

With vulture claws and rat like limbs they sit,

making you think they crawled out of a pit,

but not diabolic is their start.

They sit on many shoulders, weighting down at the heart.

I don't think this poem turned out good.

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.

Fly,fly,fly,

hope can't,

die! die! die!

The words echo at my,

futile little human cry.

So

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

Fight!Fight!Fight!

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.

NOW

Ride!Ride!Ride!

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

1,1,2

We will come for 

youuuuu!

By Sun, By Moon,

we will find you 

Sooooon!

We'll catch, your sent,

and on your hide we will be

beeeeent!

At count, of 3,

all your tricks we'll 

seeeee!

1,1,2

We will come for 

youuuuu!

By Sun, By Moon,

we will find you 

Sooooon!

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.

(faster)

[an army of men yell "Ho!" and stomp, 

let's refer to this as "[Ho!]"]

spear,axe, hammer, sword!

Truth, Justice, "For the Lord!"

[Ho!]

Fire, shadow, lightning, thunder,

with your magic our land you plunder!

[Ho!]

Cold iron will break your charms,

"You come, You come"

We raise our arms!

[Ho!]

Be it flame or snow!

[Ho!]

To fight we go!

[Ho!]

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!

*ting,ting,ting*

Before it get's late.

Open the gate.

For today we'll be dancing with fate!

*rund,trund,dund*

Down goes the sun.

You can run.

I won't quite untill I'm done.

*rrrrrum,vrrum,vrrrrrum*

And you ask why?

They didn't let me fly.

So now they all shall die!

*wooooooooo, Boom*

Up in the alley and down by the street,

walking soundlessly on silk like feet.

A leap like shadow, a flick of it’s tail,

quick and agile, but appears to be frail.

With topaz eyes,

it curiously spies,

and walks away before you realize.

With rhythm on it’s paws it’s it’s own Jazz band,

it’s thoughts are small, it’s philosophy grand!

it’s ideas are remarkable from wherever you stand.

Powerful runes from which you’d run speedy,

are now hiding behind graffiti.

The boogeyman is being pushed off by Jason and Freddy Krueger,

those bastards are laughing all louder and ruder.

Old dark forces are beginning to die,

let’s push them off the edge and say “goodbye.”

Vampires have to wear lotions to sparkle in the sun,

werewolves turn half way that’s half the fun.

Elf’s are tree huggers, dwarves are drinkers with beards,

when it get’s to meeting one the conversation is weird.

Old dark forces are beginning to die,

let’s push them off the edge and say “goodbye.”

Set & loki never get any rep or rap,

while cthulhu has all the popularity while having a nap.

Ice Giant’s fear global warming, djin battle the electric fan,

is that respectable? I mean really man.

Old dark forces are beginning to die,

let’s push them off the edge and say “goodbye.”

..oh my...

yep that’s slenderman now it’s run or die.

      I am using me creative skills to write a universe and am not going to write here on a regularly good by imaginary people.

    7 wind blow at flame,

but it all stays the same.

But it won't be for long,

soon both will be gone.

Cryptic verse on the page,

like gingerbread cage.

What nonsense I speak,

Hopefully no one will seek.

This was written for me to keep up a habit of writing every day,

even thought I have know ideas to write about. 

      I think that in a fantasy world scythes should be used by priests especially ones bent on killing the undead. You might think that necromancers being related to death and all that should use them, but the scythe is a symbol of destruction, of subtracting, of cutting down. While necromancy is exactly the other way around it's bringing life to corpses. Death probably doesn't like necromancers because they get in the way of his job. I know your thinking scythes wouldn't fit with church and priests but if you have a farmer's scythe wielded by a humble monk who worked at a farm it could fit in quite nicely. 

        I would like to share my opinion no how the world was created today. The only interesting thing that might set it apart from the crowd (and it probably won't) is that on the science vs realign argument I chose both. To start off before making our universe God created physics as the basic code of universes or maybe several ones that he uses for making universes. Next to create our universe he took a blank sheet of void installed a set physics and threw in a bunch of elements. Gases compressed and turned in to stars, other elements formed plants, black holes and other things I'm not aware of. When every thing was spinning nice and dandy God focused in on one plant and mucked about with it to make so life can live on it, a little water here, a little atmosphere there, etc, etc that planet is earth. Then he placed a handful of simple single cell creatures in the ocean and let them breed. God pushed evolution in the direction of more advanced organisms by changing the environment, and implementing certain coding into the brains of the organisms to progress evolution. He pushed organisms until he got intelligent life us. from there he didn't interfere with the progress of man but simply observed, except sending messages to prophets and saints and sending Christ to earth. God made us free and a lot more interesting that way, he mainly observes what we do with our freedom. The reason why he let Satan fall is because the system needed a little rot so there was an actual choice involved, for to be true light you need shadows, other wise it's just light. Eden's garden (am I getting the name wrong?) was a choice experiment just on the second smallest scale available. I also believe that Satan isn't much of a big deal all he dues is manage the punishing of the sinners and leave traps around the place to make people sinners, no Heaven vs Hell war going on, Hell is way out matched. I also believe that every time someone goes to Hell God frowns, every time someone goes to Heaven he smiles, it's probably a deep frown.

Note: I've never actually read a Bible so this isn't vary accurate probably.  

          Everyone is a one-of-a-kind snowflake, in a blizzard of other one-of-a-kind snowflakes. I mean being special is quite common. From now on I'm going to post random posts on my opinion on different topics like usually bloggers do. With the current status of this blog I'm pretty much talking to my self, but hey I'm getting my thoughts out there and if it is ground breaking (probably won't even scratch the dirt) then things would get interesting. Practice makes perfect, sense I'm a poet, poets should be literate in prose as well as in poem, so I'm going to post once a day if possible. Cheers!

The white nights,

are not very white.

You’d be surprised to,

they’re actually more blue.

Weave threads of full moon light,

to a basket and fill with starless white night.

Ster with Neva waves in 7 different ways,

Let northern winds coat it with silver days.

Bring it together with sphinx’s stony claws,

store in cupped rainbow paws.

What doe

s it do? No clue,

It’s all up to you.

Inspired on my trip to Russia.

Army

Storms are brewing as they come near,

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

with dagger-axes that are more like spear.

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

they reap your kingdom with weapons like teeth,

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

statue of men and eyes of writh.

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

cloaks of shadow, and hands of death,

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

they grow stronger with every last breath.

My armies come,[thunder strike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

bum, bum, bum,bum,bum,bum.[thunderstrike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

they come, they come, [thunder strike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

they come for you.

fear them as the lion’s roar,

(the army)

fear us as the ravens  sour! [thunder strike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

(singer)

They’re swarm your walls like tidal waves,

the ruble will be your crumbled graves.

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

(the army)

we’re the figures in the misst,

(singer)

you’ve been marked on the execution list.

My armies come,[thunder strike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

bum, bum, bum,bum,bum,bum.[thunderstrike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

they come, they come, [thunder strike]

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

they come for you.

your friends are hanging from a tree,

your wife and daughters are reserved for me,

your granddad’s coffin is now a cooler for rum and wine,

your house is burned, your cattle mine!

I fly to to you on pitch black wings,

on the ground my army sings!

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

My armies come!

(the army)

bum, bum, bum,bum, bum, bum, [thunder strike]

we come, we come, [thunder strike]

we come for you we come for you!

*tan,nam,num,ta na num*

[evil laughter]