Evolution of Death


The sword, it glistens in the sun
as it withdraws out of
a still warm figure.
A dead man lying upon the ground.

The arrow, it whistles in the wind
as it flies from the bow
of a deadly archer.
It nestles itself in man's stopped heart.

The bullet, it fires with a crack,
heading toward a doomed man,
who crouches and trembles.
The bullet bores a hole in the man's head.

Death, it silently follows
sword, arrow, and bullet,
amplifying their strength.
It extinguishes life wherever it is.

Imagine


Imagine...

A boy.
His age:
maybe six,
maybe seven.
He can't afford attending school.

A girl.
Her age:
maybe eight,
maybe nine.
She can't afford any health care.

An orphanage.
Its size:
maybe big,
maybe small.
It can't afford caring for the boy, the girl, the rest.

Yourself.
Your age:
maybe eighteen,
maybe eighty.
You can afford to donate to the boy, girl, and orphanage.

But you don't.

Imagine...

The Poem of an Amazingly Unimportant Quest: Part 1- A Hero is Not Born



Listen my children, and you shall hear...
Never mind, let's not talk about Paul Revere.
Let us talk of a young man named Ownagepwnage
Of which nobody had ever paid homage.

So our quest begins in a grand little shack
Priced on eBay for $12.99 and a cloth sack!
Young Ownagepwnage (weird name, I know)
Set off and said, "Well, here I go!"

But no more than 3 steps later
Ownagepwnage met an old man eating a tamater.
The old man preached wisdom, unity, and peace.
He gave O.P. a thick coat made of fleece.

'pwnage decided to follow this man
Back to the man's home in the town of BattleAn.
O.P. told the man the objective of his quest:
To find out about his parents and their golden chest.

His parents were gone and info he lacked
And he did not have anything to pack
Into his pack, which was pitifully bare.
All of this he said under the old man's intense stare.

The old man leaned back in his ornate chair
And said, "To find out, we must travel to the lair
Of The Vicious, Overly-Evil Hyena's Snack
And fetch the Yu-Gi-Oh! booster pack."


End of Part 1...

The Poem of an Amazingly Unimportant Quest: Part 2- The End of an (un)Epic Story

Ownagepwange set off once more
Now with an old man walking along for
They had decided that it was the man's right
To come along because he had demanded it last night.

The old man had said, "I thought of the quest!"
I should come along! I am one of the best
At being old and fighting! I am very strong!
When I punch somebody their nose becomes very long!"

So off the two went! Through thick and thin
Fog, they traveled, committing no sins.
Fo(u)r days they traveled toward their destination
Until, upon reaching it, let out a cheer of elation!

The pair entered cautiously, wary of the danger.
They made sure they did not talk to strangers.
Past mounds of evil hyena snacks
The two walked right up to the Yu-Gi-Oh! pack.

With their swords drawn, into the shadows they peered.
The King Hyena suddenly jumped out, getting shudders of fear
From the friends, but the two were ready for battle.
They mooed like a herd of grumpy, angry cattle.

The combatants tripped, dodged, pirouetted, and slashed
By heaping mounds of steaming trash
Until the battle was won! The Hyena was neutered!
O.P., in that particular field, had been extensively tutored.

With apprehension, Ownagepwnage tore open the booster pack.
Inside was a shiny card that read, in jet black,
"Silly boy, your parents are on a trip for a week!
And the golden chest is your birthday gift! Don't peek!"

Ownagepwnage abruptly blushed and nervously paced
over to the old man, who punched O.P. in the face.


The End

Information Age?

This is truly the
information age.
Anyone or anything
is lurking out there.

You tell a child,
"Don't you say that!"
Where'd he learn that?
Thank the information age.

You hear a child
brag about things he
has seen on the Internet.
Innapropriate things.

Thank the great
information age.

Originality

Originality,
O how I hate your guts,
Hidden, beastly, creature.

I waste my precious time
In jungles of intellect,
Searching for evil you.

But when I locate you,
We are unstoppable.
Inspiration flows.

Originality.
I guess you are okay.

Winter Snow


The first snow of winter begins to fall.

While pointless wars are fought.
While children die working in factories.
While people die in diamond mines.
While AIDS spreads like wildfire.
While gas skyrockets to the top.
While forests are cleared faster than fire ever could do it.
While the world warms faster than ever before.
While politics race to become as corrupt as possible.
While life goes on.

All as the first snowflake gently caresses the ground.

Depression


Falling, falling,
Yelling, calling.
"Help me! Help me!"
I cry, I plea.

Losing, losing,
Everything oozing,
Quickly oozing
Away from me.

Going, going,
Fear is showing.
I don't smell, hear,
taste, or see.

Sighing, sighing,
Give up. Dying.
All of it's gone.
Foremostly me.

Vacuum

Monster
with its nose
on the ground
performs a feat
that boggles the mind
inhaling
and
roaring
ath the same time
while
licking up
any things
that held fast
during the storm
then
it toddles off
hunger
never quite
satisfied