Innocent Blood and War

Green with envy,
Full of jealousy,
As your enemies,
Always defeat yee...

Yee always stay down,
Always on the ground,
Wearing frustrated frowns,
Listening to painful sounds...

The Chief Commander lied,
The day before he died,
There was no command to hide,
Now they've all died...

Your enemy's invisible,
Your sight's incapable,
Victory is impossible,
The enemy's unstoppable...

Yee hide in shadows,
Clear of windows,
Sounds of shouting commandos,
And crying widows...

There's nothing but noise,
No grace or poise,
Just guns used like toys,
They're not meant for boys...

Millions are killed,
Graves are filled,
Innocent blood gets spilled,
Yet the soldiers are still willed...

War is pointless,
It brings only hopelessness,
It solves absolutely nothing,
Yet always destroys everything...

Get Up

A blow from nowhere,
I'm swept clean from my feet,
And land dazed and confused...

...get up...

My enemy stares me down,
A disgusting creature he is,
He instills the fear of God into me...

...get up...

I quake beneath that fierce stare,
Fear and a lack of belief overcome me,
I drag myself away into a corner...

...get up...

My knees are held tightly to my chest,
Wicked yet tempting thoughts creep into my mind,
Yet I can still hear some faraway voice...

...get up...

I fear looking up from my knees,
I don't want to see my enemy's will-breaking stare,
But I need to know who offers me hope...

...get up...

I chance a half glance,
And am shocked to see the person who's standing there,
Offering me his hand and encouragement...

...get up...

The Big Man's shining light,
Blazes through the darkness of my enemy,
Maybe there's hope after all...

...GET UP!

I rise determined to my feet,
Having made an important choice,
That echoes the saying of old...

"I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees."

Now that I'm up...
I'm going to fight...
Even if I die trying.

Flawed Genius

A notorious junkie's scrawl,
Madness or genius?
Some say the first,
Others say the second,
I say both,
He is insane,
But he is deep,
His actions are sheer stupidity,
Yet his words are thought provoking...

Why does genius always have a flaw?

Everything Has a Price

You've finally got what you wanted,
You've finally ended your bad experience,
Yet you can't act mature about it,
You go off prostituting yourself,
To any girl that moves into your line of sight,
Which seems to have become quite short sighted...

You claim to be only having fun,
You also claim you don't care if you hurt her,
Well, that's all well and good,
But you should always remember one thing,
Every action has a consequence,
Every action has a price...

Even if it doesn't directly affect you...

Contrasting Outlooks

I've never been one to stop and think,
It's served me well so far,
I take life as it comes at me,
Always with a broad smile,
With a determined stare to go with it,
Nothing stops me from enjoying life...

I've always been one to stop and think,
It always seems to hold me back,
Any action is always thought out,
Half the day disappears,
Because of me pondering every possible consequence,
With furrowed eyebrows...

Chances come,
Chances go,
These contrasting outlooks,
Each bring their own chances,
Their own ways of taking them,
And their own ways of missing them...

They are contrasting...
Yet they can bear the same chances...

Combination

That smile,
Those green eyes,
Together they make me melt inside,
I become a slave to their spell,
Whatever command those lips give,
One look from those eyes makes it so...

I can't stop thinking about them,
The combination that has snatched my heart,
That occupies my dreams nightly,
That occupies my thoughts daily,
And whenever you're not around,
All I find myself thinking about is when...

When will I get to see that enchanting duet again?

A Losing Battle

Where has the love gone?
Where has romanticism gone?
Where has the kindness gone?
Where has the human heart gone?
These are the things,
That once made yee,
So unique,
So perfect,
They have all vanished,
Amongst a blanket,
A blanket of dislike,
A blanket of loathing...

One-by-one,
They have fallen,
Like valiant soldiers,
Fighting a losing battle,
It seems that they,
Shall remain in their graves,
It looks like yee,
Are on your last legs...

Changing

I am not my self,
My actions are different,
I’m not acting like I would normally,
I feel as if I’m changing...

But not for the better,
My whole persona is shifting,
I grow more and more uncaring,
With every passing day...

My heart becomes increasingly useless,
I feel like I’m becoming like him,
Him in his most pompous form,
His most selfish form...

I seem to care only for myself,
Care only for what I can get,
I don’t know why I’m becoming this way,
But it may be only the beginning...

The beginning of a long and painful path,
Down the treacherous path of bitterness,
I feel it devouring me already,
Consuming my heart...

The old me is dead,
Changing has risen a new me,
A heartless me,
A DANGEROUS ME...

Please stay away...
It’s for your own good...

A Bolt from the Blue

A bolt from the blue,
Wasn't expecting it from you,
A wonderful proposition,
I'm shocked by my own admission,
I've been presented with something unusual,
A happy dilemma, not at all usual,
I'm not sure exactly what to do,
Although I wouldn't mind accompanying you,
But now several problems have arisen,
That threaten to confine me to my prison,
Things such as financial difficulties,
Basically, a simple lack of money,
While I also fear the wrath of two close friends,
I don't want those friendships to end,
So as you can see, my head is spinning,
And all the while, our limo is sitting there waiting...

The Tale of Death and the Green Eyed Man

The green eyed man didn't know what happened,
A flash of pain and all was black,
When he came to, he was in the sky,
Standing on clouds,
Facing a man in a black cloak.
Where am I?
The green eyed man asked,
The man in the cloak lifted his head,
Revealing a terrible, skeletal face.
The green eyed man drew back in shock,
You are between life and death, the cloaked man said,
Not quite dead,
Yet not quite alive either...
But that is about to change, he said, sinisterly,
For I am Death and I shall take you to the otherside!
The green eyed man was shocked,
He couldn't believe he was dead,
Death held out his skeletal, spider-like, fingers,
The wicked smile on his face showing his cruel intentions,
He was going to destroy the green eyed man's soul.
As he smiled, his red eyes looked into the man's green ones,
Waiting patiently to see the fear in them,
The same fear that engulfed all of his previous victims,
The same fear that would destroy him from the inside out.
It had always been that way,
His victims begging for mercy,
Pleading with him to spare their pitiful lives,
But he always took them in the end,
To where no one could hear their pleas...
But as red and green met one another,
The smile on Death's lips faltered,
As the green eyed man smiled, raised his hand, and shouted,
Take me then for I am ready to die!
Death was shocked and he whispered quietly,
You feel no fear?
The green eyed man smiled more broadly still and said,
I once knew a man that said,
Death smiles at us all,
All a man can do is smile back...
You are smiling at me now Death, he shouted,
So I shall smile straight back at you,
For my time has come and I'm ready to die!

They say the shriek of Death could be heard everywhere,
In forests, mountains and valleys,
As for the first and only time,
Death was cheated out of his prey,
By someone who tried to embrace him,
Instead of trying to flea him.

Darkness is Coming

Dark, thunderous clouds roll over,
Bolts fixed on one target,
The son tries in vain to protect his father,
But even as we speak he deteriorates still...

The black clouds are a warning sign,
The thunder bolts are the threat,
I have seen it all before,
Except no clouds came to warn me...

It was just flash...
And he was gone...

It is always the undeserving who die,
It is always the undeserving who suffer,
It is always the undeserving who cry,
It is always the undeserving who lose their fathers...

The clouds grow darker and darker,
The bolts edge ever closer,
The son cannot continue protecting his father,
Pretty soon, it will all be over...

And his suffering will be no more...
The darkness is coming...

Turn of the Tide

The tide is in,
The waves lap happily over each other,
Gently around my ankles,
Everything in the world is content,
The sun blazes above,
As I breath in the refreshing sea air,
And take in the mesmerising view.
Things in life are going perfectly,
Everything is in harmony with each other...

But then the weather begins to shift,
It becomes stormy and violent,
Things in the world are changing,
They are becoming unbalanced,
The waves crash angrily over each other,
Will they still be around next year?
I have experienced close at hand already,
How much difference a year can make,
Who's to say it won't happen again?

Even now I can feel things changing,
Just as the tide begins to turn.

The Stranger

At the age of twenty-five,
She walks along a familiar path,
Home from her boring job,
Back to her boring house,
With the rainy weather mimicking her feelings.

The old days of fun are long gone,
Friends of old are long forgotten,
Yet, as she reminisces about the past,
A hooded man approaches her,
Claiming to be one such friend.

She denies it vehemently,
This man is bearded and broken,
And there was no glow in his eyes,
She knew no one of the like,
Never had and never will.

You are a stranger, she said defiantly,
Leave me alone, never bother me again,
And with that, she went home,
Leaving the stranger outside in the lashing rain,
In a state of utter shock...

As well as feeling very hurt,
Because he was no stranger, he had been honest,
They had been good friends once upon a time,
But a combination of unfortunate circumstances,
Meant he had lost contact with her...

When he didn't really want to,
And as the stranger stood alone in the pouring rain,
Head bowed, heart broken,
He too reminisced about things long gone,
While marvelling at how things change so quickly.

The Moment of Truth

This is it,
It all comes down to this,
A fleeting period to impress,
It seems long,
Yet, it isn't long enough.
My future depends on this,
As it's the difference between certainty,
And the unknown,
Between having a path to follow,
And wandering, wildly, into the wilderness.
This is where I have to stand up and be counted,
This is the moment of truth.

The Jinx

The Jinx,
A thing of evil,
Like a horrible parasite,
It clings to the soul of a group,
And destroys it,
From the inside out.

It feeds off the slightest of dislikes,
Turning them from mere dislikes,
Into serious problems,
Causing one person to hate another.

Clear-the-air talks would be held,
But the so called peace meeting
Would descend into bickering,
Then the bickering would descend into fighting.

A neutral of the group would try to stop it,
But then the fight between two,
Would turn into a fight between three,
And before long,
The entire group would be at each other throats...

And as their friendship falls apart around them,
The Jinx would move on again,
Content that its job had been done,
While being ready to strike again,
At the core of another unsuspecting group of friends.