04/26/14 Thought.

          I know, I know. I've been posting a lot of poems on here as of late. It's mainly because I've been in such a poetic mood lately, that it's either I write them out, or frustrate myself. As you can see, I hate being frustrated. Also, I've lost some good poems by not writing them down when they came to me, which is more anger. An angry writer leads to a bad day of no productivity.
          I've also notice that most are written in first person, which made me realize something: I begin to wonder how many people ask themselves if this is based on true events. The very short answer is no. The only poem I've posted in the last few months, and maybe longer, that was personal was "His Motto". After that, considering them all to be  works of fiction. If I did half the stuff in some of these poems, I would be a dead man. Either way, fictional or not, I hope they are being enjoyed.

"Embraced By Chaos"

Lost in his mad fantasy.

Rejected by all society.

Escape from this reality.

Was embracing my insanity.

Consumed by the madness.

In love with the sadness.

Tired of total numbness

And my soul's blackness.

Do not try to save me.

Drugs have enslaved me.

Do not try to save me.

Chaos has embraced me.

Couldn't remember anything.

I wanted to feel something.

All of this was for nothing;

Left me forever mistrusting.

Stuck inside my rusty cage.

Revenge fueled by my rage.

I'm cocked like a 12 gauge.

Ready to unleash the plague.

Run away for it's too late.

Thanatos called my date.

Run away for it's too late.

I'm knocking on Hell's Gate.

I've been pushed too far.

My flesh covered in scars.

Charged in like a Minotaur,

Ready to fight back hard.

I finally took my final stand.

Shotgun pointed at the man.

Recoil vibrates in my hand.

As I bring peace to the land.

Nothing to lose, already dead.

Freedom: a bullet to his head.

Nothing to lose, already dead.

I smiled as I watched him bled.

“Thy Great Empire”

Ready arms for thy great empire!

All hopes of a treaty have failed!

Ready arms for thy great empire!

At all costs, our army shall prevail!

Arrows fill the entire morning sky.

As the dragon riders begin to fly.

The Great War started at dawn.

All attempts at peace were gone.

The elven wizards created a storm

As the ogres blow on their battle horns.

I steady myself and clenched my ax

As a squadron of orcs begin to attack.

My armor is quickly covered in blood

As we fight our enemy in the thick mud.

Arrows keep bouncing off my shield.

The enemy soldiers are refusing to yield.

Keep fighting for thy great empire!

Thy crown depends on our might!

Keep fighting for thy great empire!

We will keep fighting into the night!

The ogres' dragons flew out of the east.

A battle raged between the mighty beasts.

I activated my magical powers within me.

Skin turns into steel in front of the enemy.

I slay through an entire rank of orc infantry.

As they try to stop me with their archery.

They try to stop me with dragon's claws,

And snap me in half with their huge jaws.

Stay strong men for thy great empire!

They are being forced to their caves!

Stay strong men for thy great empire!

Let none of this wretched enemy escape!

I make it to a platoon of ogre blood knights.

With my ax, I quickly extinguish their lives.

However, a wizard casts a powerful spell.

My skin turns back as I hear a death knell.

Sacrifice everything for thy great empire!

We will keep fighting them into the night!

Sacrifice everything for thy great empire!

They lay down their swords or their lives!

We keep fighting the dragons until dawn.

Our army grows small as the battle rages on.

I make it to the ogre grand wizard on the hill.

I leap up, and swing my ax back for the kill.

He senses my attack, and casts a fireball.

It hits me in the chest, and causes me to fall.

I close my eyes as the air rushes around me.

The sound of my impeding doom into the sea.

My life was giving up for thy great empire!

All I gave up will hopefully not be in vain.

My life was giving up for thy great empire!

May our army protect the great king's reign!

As I sink beneath the storm-tossed waves,

Dying with honor as I head to a watery grave.

The great and noble king still wears the crown

As his army pulverized an enemy into the ground.

May it last for all eternity, thy great empire!

A kingdom that should never be overthrown

May it last for all eternity, thy great empire!

As a wise man will always sit on thy throne!

“Too Many Stouts”

Drunken midgets with bats.

Laser-guided black cats.

Bears armed with swords.

Bees swarming in hoards.

Attack of the polka band.

My hands are quick sand.

Fish flinging spoiled cheese.

Save some mud pie, please?

This world is nucking futs!

Chewing on cigarette butts!

The sun rises in the south,

The moon kissed my mouth.

I want off this crazy ride!

Whales poop from the sky!

I want to end the nightmare!

I have old underwear for hair!

I begin to scream out bananas

While on a rocket to Montana.

I landed in a rusty outhouse.

Being used by Mickey Mouse.

A drunk Goofy throws a fit.

As I'm tossed into cheesy grits.

I get kicked by Colonel Sanders

While being mocked by Flanders.

It begins to rain plaid kittens

As my feet turn into mittens.

I'm tossed into a storm drain.

By a very stoned Mark Twain.

This world is beyond crazy!

Dogs are pooping out daisies.

The planets are playing pool

While monkeys mosh to Tool.

I want off this crazy ride!

My skin is now tie-dyed!

I want to end the nightmare!

I'm suddenly a shaved bear!

I want to end all this insanity!

I make a plea to King Manatee.

I want to end all this insanity!

Please! Show some humanity!

I wake up covered in tar

Outside an old biker bar.

Being kicked by a hippie

Who smells like whiskey.

The moral of this strange tale

Is always stick to American Ales.

For I had one too many stouts,

And got my lights knocked out.

"My Body and Me"

The voices inside my head.

They want my spleen dead.

The voices inside my head

Demand a slice of rye bread.

My liver keeps on screaming

That I need to stop dreaming.

My liver keeps on screaming

About all the beer it's streaming.

My asshole keeps talking shit,

About how I need to flush it.

My asshole keeps talking shit

About how much it hates grits.

Why must my body fight me?

Why must I continue to pee?

Why must my body fight me?

My entire system is on empty!

Now, my hands refuse to work!

They keep calling my brain a jerk!

Now, my hands refuse to work!

Trying to stab my knee with a dirk!

Now my brain is going on strike!

Wants to recreate The Third Reich!

Now my brain is going on strike!

Trying to stab me with a spike!

What did I do for so much hate?

Was it because I ate fruitcake?

What did I do for so much hate?

Is it due to the lack of rare steak?

Now my damn knees are cracking.

Blaming it on my stomach snacking.

Now my damn knees begin to ache.

Claiming it's my pancreas slacking

There goes the large intestine again.

Farting so much to cause chest pain.

There goes the large intestine again.

Blaming my skin on the large stain.

I finally put down the dragon bong

As all my hair breaks out in song.

The voices are always been wrong.

The shrooms I ate were very strong.

So, I'm tripping out during this time.

Wishing I also bought another dime.

All this arguing is just inside my mind.

My body and me are getting along fine.

"Evil Empire"

Why was I sent on this?
What the fuck did I do?
I wasn't hired to do bullshit
I already paid my damn dues.
I killed a man in his house.
Shot him right in the head.
Even had to kill his spouse.
She wanted my ass dead.
I ran out into the streets
Sirens were getting close.
Someone called the heat.
Had to vanish like a ghost.
Made it back to my ride.
Took me back to The Don
My anger boiled up inside.
As I felt like a fucking pawn.
Anyone could have done this.
Yet I was summoned specifically.
I tried to hide the fact I'm pissed.
At the one man that owns this city.
I walked in, and closed the door.
The Don motioned to take a seat.
I sat down and stared at the floor,
Which was bloodstained concrete.
He explained why I sent on this.
Told me what the hell I did do
Even though I called it bullshit,
I finally paid all my damn dues.
I tried to tell him that I was done.
He told me he wanted me dead.
I reached in, and grabbed my gun.
No remorse, I shot him in the head.
With that, I've taken control.
This fucking city is now my bitch
Challengers become a dead soul.
Another corpse tossed in a ditch.
The whole job was a double cross.
A plan hatched by me and me alone.
I took down both major crime bosses.
So my evil empire can finally grow.

The Second Dark Ages?

Here's your deep thought today. We are converting back to the ancient Egyptians minus the pharaohs. Think about. Egyptians worshipped Bastet, the cat goddess, and we worship Tard. They record their lives on walls. We use Facebook. They let their lives be focused around messages delivered by "deities", and we focus around data streams. An entire system of invisible messengers driving an entire society. I wonder when we will return to The Second Dark Ages?

"A Wild Curiosity"

It is a dangerous time

To proclaim true love.

It is now a federal crime

To pray to God above.

Every individual thought,

Quickly labeled as treason.

Only ideas can be bought,

During a regulated season.

Radio is down to one station.

That only plays commercials.

TV is on permanent vacation.

It was deemed too controversial.

There are no more free thinkers,

No more poets and dreamers.

Become a society of drinkers,

Of followers and schemers.

When did we become sheep?

When did we stop dreaming?

Imagination is forever asleep.

Creativity even is now leaving.

Look past what's being shown.

Open up your hearts and eyes.

Plant an idea, and let it grow.

Feed it with a wild curiosity.

Turn off the screens and think.

Explore the world once more.

Capture your feelings with ink.

And dream like we did before.

It is now the perfect time,

To proclaim what you love.

To open once closed minds,

Free will is a gift from above.

"The Angel's Call"

In the cold winter rain,

Mixing with falling ash,

I try to ignore the pain

As his life is fading fast.

Rosaries fall to the ground,

As he takes his last breath.

A life taken by a rifle round.

A soul escorted by Death.

My sad tears begin to flow.

The first time I begin to cry.

Never have let myself go.

In war, I am going to die.

In the falling evening sleet,

I have accepted my fate.

I'm ready to face defeat,

And leave this hellish state.

I climb out of the trench.

And stare across the land.

Nothing but an awful stench,

My death is close at hand.

I hear the machinegun's rattle.

As the mortars fall downward

Soldiers slaughtered like cattle.

As the armies press onward.

In the midnight snowfall,

My soul is finally set free.

It answered the angel's call.

The war is now over for me.