Collapse

A bridge has been broken.
No more union,
No more connection-
Only utter depression.
The splinters pierce the water below it,
Engulfed in its utter dilemma.
For this union caused dissolution,
A seperation for eternity.

Man and his Creator

Color flows from their tips like dew from a rose,

Falling until the last drip is dry.

Yet, what is their thereafter?

Is it the mark they make on others?

Or is it the dry, decayed color stained

Material that remains attached to the being,

Rotting with time and exhausting with every contact to air.

The utensil doesn’t stand alone;

However, the art gradually dies as well.

It loses its vibrancy; the vivacity;

The very quality of attractiveness.

Thus, as one and their maker cease to exist,

Are our creations everlasting?

Do they float like a bird in the wind across the Earth;

Like a song and its sound?

Memories always exist, regardless of life;

Time always remembers to continue on.

Thus, fret not ye creators of beauty.

Your creativity will flourish after death,

Shaping the Earth with all of its depth.

Society will not fret,

Woes will not shake,

Everything will continue; everlasting.

The Annhilation

Force and brutality;

Unquestionable leadership;

The devices of Satan.

A choice to choose

Is removed at an instant

And as a result,

All freedom is lost.

Viewed as merely puppets,

Lives are changed

With the cutting of scissors.

Minor alterations spark

Major alterations,

Breaking the puppets

And killing them slowly.

A bloody war is fought,

With evil triumphing over

The Holy Spirit.

Yet, God shall triumph again.

His power is great,

As he is the true leader,

And he triumphs over the dark.

Perseverance

Sing sweet nightingale;

Stir no more in times of horror,

But relax in a state of prosper

And enjoy all of nature’s gifts.

You look rather frightened

By the atrocities committed below.

Yet, think not of the evil in the world

And long for a time of justice and liberty.

While your comrades fall into a deep sleep,

You stay awake; your eyes evident with

Depression and trauma; your mouth with a song,

So sweet it doesn’t fit your appearance.

Yes, persevere through these awful times,

For age with grant your comrades freedom.

So sing sweet nightingale;

May your hope never die as your innocence has.

Thoughts Cause Actions

Thoughts flutter through the minds of many;

Yet, they result in hardly any

Actions, which could yield plenty

Of necessary results to survive.

Yet, is it the people to blame?

Or their minds, which stay tame,

Not providing any game,

Making people seem lame.

Thus, bad things can occur,

Leading others to infer

That there is no easy cure

To get to a state of prosper.

Then, bad thoughts arise,

Which ultimately provides

The deaths of many lives

By our minds dictating the use of knives.

Yet, if one were to take action,

This would cause a reaction

With the bad thoughts distraction

And the people’s satisfaction.

Thus, a good thought’s exaction

Could cause a transaction

Between the Devil and God’s interaction

Resulting in the subtraction

Of thoughts which ruin the world,

Making us not beasts,

But fallen angels from up high.

Thus, think thoughts

And live life.

As this will surely secure your position

In the afterlife.

Supernatural Destructivity

Oh naïve Macbeth, innocent and sweet,

You are the epitome of tragedy.

A cruel life you have faced

And a depressing destiny you have fulfilled.

As witches complete their sinister duties,

You fall for devious tricks

And ultimately from this day,

Marked the destruction of your innocent mind.

Yet although you achieve your goals,

You find that things unnatural never come free,

As the day that you made the deal with the devil,

You, in turn, paid with your life.

Oh kind Macbeth, tremble not in death,

For your worries have been cast into the pool of the past.

Yet, do not assume your freedom from punishment,

Because God never forgets the sinners of ages ago.

Wise Remarks

The best piece of pie is the one without a mark.

My life has not been easy.

I matured fast, and learned early.

I climbed the mountain and came down already,

Being left with the wish of taking it slower.

I have walked to space and back in what I have learned,

And have risked it all way too early.

I grew up with the snap of my fingers.

Yet, I wish I had grown up with two snaps.

You see, my love,

Wisdom is over valued and innocence is forgotten.

So the best piece of pie is the one without a mark,

And innocence should be raised up high,

As that is how God sees you when you leave his home

And that is how he expects you when you return.

So remain untouched by others,

And you truthfully will be the best slice yet.