God I love this little piece of my brain...
Towers of Fiction
I am from fiction and fact.
Brought to life by broken promises, surprise decisions, and operator error.
Built of unfortunate events, built of pain, and built of joy.
I am from towers of fiction, and spires of hope,
Built upon hard concrete and cold logic, made fertile by a thousand tears.
I am from video games, poorly reviewed movies, and books few would understand.
I am from American soil, dominated by people who are alien to it.
I am from the south and from the north.
My people invaded, and enslaved in their land by people who are alien to it.
They teach me their ideas, and their beliefs
And what they determine to be fact, fable, and fiction.
I get what poor people want,
And I get what people need.
I am what all that interest's me,
However I am still never freed.
I write, I read, I draw, or relieve some hate,
And pray for the life I create.
At the end of the day
I'm an average Joe, just like you.
Then I tell myself no, as I ask some big questions, for that life.
Where, what, when, why and who?
To get this exciting life, can I do or go to,
And make what I want wrong or right.
The choice unfortunately is always the same,
I contemplate actions and effects at night.
I always say no, and deny myself a most exciting right.
After all, most people think it silly or a crime,
Just to get caught up in a big fight.
I am from Wolves and Crows, from Dragons and Titans.
I am of Shadows and Skulls, of Stones and the High Sea.
I am from Swords and Spears, from Shields and Self-repair.
I am of Blood and Bone, and of Smoke and Sinew.
I am from every thing, from Totems to Towers of Fiction; I am from Fable and Opinion.
I am of the American spirit, of Souls and their Fire.
A fire that Burns, Bigger, Brighter,
And more beautiful with each dousing of hate and jealousy.
A Fire that cannot be quenched by body counts and bomb blasts.
I am from contradictions,
I am human, and I am beast
I am a tool, I am a weapon
I am a lover, I am a fighter
I am a wolf, I am a vampire
I am a guardian, I am a thief
I am a samurai, I am a ninja
I am the knight, I am the dragon
I am a native, I am a alien
I am a solider, I am a terrorist
I am a hunter, I am a predator
I am a martyr, I am a murderer
I AM A WHITE-FLAG WARRIOR
Yet ultimately, I am just from the collective thoughts that lead to insanity, confusion, and mass hysteria. And if your lucky you just got a glimpse of my mind, through this crazed rhyme, in this fictionalized time.
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Some hyku for you,
Enjoy it while its still new,:D
Or I'll get blue :'(
I hate broccoli
I totally think it sucks
Why is it not meat?
Creepy, creepy, place
Scary, dark, all in your face
I'll pick up the pace
I am a poet
It takes time to make a rhyme
Lord do I know it
My little brother
Family is all in the blood
You are greatly loved
Crawling up the wall
Racing to its fragile home
A spider alone
Five syllables first
Seven syllables second
Another five third
A little sparrow
Gliding gently on the breeze
Flying with great ease
Edger Allen Poe
Quote the raven, never more
It's him we adore
A crow most graceful
In the city of angels
Looks for salvation
The most restless soul
To right the wrongs of their death
The dead come to life
wolves all in big packs
running together through snow
chasing swift rabbits
All our hectic lives
We hold them so vary tight
Why still fear the end
sprouting from the ground
raising and growing more green
a fifty foot tree
Too wiped-out to start
Praying to never finish
Taking a big stretch
Famous final words
"Hey, what does this button do"?
Followed by a boom
Why are people scared?
It's only a man with paint
Clowns are not scary
Sanity is mad
Order is insanity
Chaos reigns supreme
Driving us mad
The madness that is a life
Chaos is the cure
It's worth the money
Do I have to graduate?
Man I love college
if it is a war
if it is a tragedy
why would we do that?
A soul from an old past feeling.
An old piece from an old time.
Some screaming and singing.
The best part is the rhyme.
