Quick metallic stings swayed your path.
Unkept morals led to misplaced wrath.
Intruded life saving soul, savagely subdued.
Nuetralic coexistence henceforth removed.
Notable soul's transition painstakingly ensued.

Relinquish the angered regret your soul may churn.
Instead focus on those who's hearts passionately burn.
Place your soul with those who now lovingly wait their turn.

SMACK!

Senses dazed as the steel fisted punch connects.
My jaw slacks as the impact sways.
Attention drawn to a new reddish haze.
Chaotic energy bursts from me during my daze.
Kinetic energy purges from my body and protects.

ZAP!

Zips plague the air as my electricity feeds.
Altering the air, absorbing what it needs.
Pale fear encroaches on my opponent’s face.

WOOSH!

Widely he misses in his next death’s embrace.
Opening my eyes I see his next move.
Ornate suit covering his bulging muscled flex.
Side stepping to the left, I upset his defensive base.
Heroic determination roars into grove.

SLAM!

Sudden movement from me sends him into the cement wall.
Lightning ravaging his skin as I push him through.
Alarms ring out as the shocked security officers call.
Manning their necessary posts due.

POOF!

Puffs of smoke rise from the now down attacker.
Odor of burnt flesh sizzles through the air.
On I stand looking down at this villainous charred slacker.
Foot prodding him as I stare.

With a quick smirk I flip on my black leather hooded cloak.
Glancing once more back at my last assailant’s joke.
I hear the hurried shuffling of security officers feet,
I step back through the hole and make my shadowy retreat.

Thy eyes open to a strange new land.
Dense fog covers a quiet forested area.
Thy body aches from sleeping in the mud and cold.
Ye look around finding only trees and a pond.

Horse whimpers and galloping roll over the breeze,
Shouts follow as armored scouts point at ye and sneer.
More come as they all grab their weapons as they watch ye.
Thy mind races, what did ye do!?

Across from thy yonder pond, they form their rank.
Notched bows aimed at thee, ready to launch.
Spotted amongst many armored knights,
Wizards cast their protective spells, ready for a fight.

Thy stands alone on the opposite bank,
Looking for thy quickest escape.
The barren trees leave little cover,
Ye turn slowly and raise thy hands.

A thick fetid green fog seeps from the land from under their feet,
Coughs bind the army as they struggle to get free.
One by one, they all fall to the murky earth,
Skin melting from their bones, bubbling with a squirt.

Run thee from the crawling green cloud!
Course thy luck for finding this place!
Ye look in dread at the coming green swarm,
As it chases ye through a now eerily quit realm.

The wave of green soon overtakes thee,
Its fetid smell permeates ye.
Coughs rumble from thy lungs.
Thy body lurches as thee runs.

Soon the cloud blocks thy sight,
Liquid fire erupts over thy skin.
Excruciating pain sparks all over,
Causing thee to collapse and faint.

Your eyes open into a sterile white room.
Your head aches as a masked face peers down at you.
“Welcome back!” the masked voice booms.
Your mind still groggy, from the dentist’s perfume.

When it comes to strong form
When angles are always precisely norm
Grows an alluring mathematically touched creation
Inspired by pure calculated scientific divination
Such an alluring symmetry to behold
Causing the circle’s envy to unfold

For this angled beauty’s strength enforced
Its sold core mass equally divorced
It’s rigid looks captivating us all
Luring architects to its enchanting call
Ancient Greek hands carving stone shrines
Securing their beauty for all times

Its slight outer angles enduringly tease
Yearning us to brush with ease
Who came up with such design?
Was it indeed a gift divine?
However it did come to be
We all can enjoy with glee

Well all but rectangle and square
As they sulk with envious glare
Murmuring curses over hexagon’s slight curve
Endlessly plotting to mathematicians they serve
Scheme upon scheme developed to suppress
The sheer allure designed to impress

Despite all this the hexagon persists
Engaging us all in mathematical trysts
Never will we lose an eye
No matter how hard we try
For the beauty a hexagon reigns
Over the kingdom of geographical gains

Forget not what you see here
Our ancestors have made it clear
Line upon line attached in twine
Measured precisely from sips of wine
The hexagon is a wonder indeed
Allowing us our own mounted steed

Sinful bliss on an endless kiss
Ideal kiss on a sinful bliss
Now kiss me sinfully

Feel my sinful bliss
Unwind my sinful heart’s kiss
Lull me to my true heart’s bliss

Adrift amongst the endless cold,
Burning with embers that never grow old.
Here I have sat for many of years,
Slowly pulled by my neighboring peers.

Pure energy streams from my eternal fires,
Warming up from my immediate desires.
What a joy to be watching from out here,
Reaching out to all things both far and near.

My favorite game is that of tug and war,
Using my mass to lure in so much more.
In they come to fuel my wage,
A never ending, burning, cosmic rage.

Out here it is survival of the biggest.
The brightest, largest, densest, fittest.
Only these hold their weight,
In this cosmic soup of heaven’s gate.

Come join me, if you so wish,
My secrets served on this vast milky dish.
Come to me, my traveling friend.
Knowledge I have in mass to lend.

Seek your way amongst us in your ships.
Just do not be afraid if the hull rips.
Fear not the vastness of space,
Fear only that which leads to your own disgrace.

I wait patiently for you to come,
Empires have been born, and become undone.
Yet I know one day you shall come to visit me.
As I sit watching, waiting, isolated from thee.

A fierce * yanks me into the air (grasp)
I ride the wind’s * lair. (vibrating)
Speeds to * to stop and stare. (fast)
The world * by, naked and bare. (flies)

I ride the winds with my wings * to my back. (pinned)
The winds force so strong, that I am * off my track. (forced)
I look for my *, who I seem to lack. (mates)
Fear overwhelms me, for I have * my pack. (lost)

Until finally the winds dies *.  (down)
My little * twitches as I frown. (nose)
My eyes * peering for the familiar green and brown. (squint)
A fierce buzzing begins to * my crown. (plague)

Then I see them all * through the airy blue sea. (zipping)
My * have followed me! (brethren)
My wings stretch in fierce * glee. (stoic)
As we fly around in * revelry. (complete)

Into my lurid insipid lust my * delves.
Lured by an angel with * my heart doth melds.

Our spirits * in Satan’s carnal game.
Vibrant desires * to his fame.

Everything * still to watch us play.
* to peek in, come what may.

Our souls * in an ever-living flame.
Up we soar, * the world in which we came.

Again my eyes awake.
Bright rays of light glare,
In its piercing endless wake,
Within my new infantile stare.

My chubby hands quickly raise,
As I flex my newfound fingers.
My eyes perplexed in a deep concentrated gaze.
As my giggling mirth lingers.

I have a new toy to play with,
My chubby flesh, growing day by day.
This body grows at its own natural tithe,
Developing sturdy legs for my feet to lead the way.

I stare out the school’s window.
My mind drifting away.
Cluttered with rehashed knowledge we refuse to stow,
Within the body of our residential stay.

The bell rings on my last day of school.
Fellow classmates jump from their seat,
Bubbling with knowledge, urging to spew.
My gaze seeks the future they seek to meet.

Pale walls and dismal views,
Surrounded by co-workers dressed to bore.
My eyes choked in melancholic hues,
As workers sweat over their daily chore.

I stir within this cage of flesh,
Fidgeting, yearning for my freedom earned.
My muscles yearn to stretch their mesh,
Slowly dying as nature’s presence turned.

Every vessel bares new toys to learn.
Phones so small that they fit in ones ear!
No more long distance loves to yearn.
No more hefting the once powerful spear!

It is a blessing to see all these new toys.
The convenience and inventiveness lures one in.
Falsely deceiving all into their useful ploys.
Sloth luring them all into lazy dependent sin.

What ever happened to the days of the book?
When one’s eyes would not water from radiant glass.
Such a simple pleasant vessel for my eye to look.
Much more convenient then scrolls in mass.

The urges of this body compel me to find,
Pleasure in both flesh and electrical charms.
So I must seek a vessel with which to unwind,
My pent-up frustrations over this life’s endless harms.

It is funny how the flesh spawns more flesh.
I stand still as I see the newborn gazing up at me.
I wonder who resides in this new mesh.
I poke, prod and peer, trying to see.

Time passes as I watch this newborn grow into a man.
My protective instincts fighting for control.
Yet his essence develops as it itself can.
As he seeks his own spot in society’s role.

By now my toy has gone limp with age.
Bones crack, flesh sags, brain fluttering away.
All I can do is sit and watch the world like a sage.
Finding the safest way for all my family and friends to stay.

My friends gather as my toy finally unwinds.
My eyes close as my essence lifts.
Releasing me from my earthly binds.
Finally free to see heaven’s gifts.

Such freedom in this new state!
I speed through the ever blue clouds,
Droplets clinging to me in my wake.
Buzzing over antlike human crowds.

Ah to be free and roam the wondrous halls of nature.
The sea breeze seeping through my ethereal being.
Only from this sense can one see the lands distinct feature.
As I wonder the world, becoming all seeing.

What is this? There is a commotion ahead.
A lady is giving birth in a low shanty hut.
My will is pulling me without my stead.
I know now, my freedom is now shut.

The grasp is too strong!
The newborn’s urge to pure.
I feel it won’t be long,
The infant has set its lure.

I feel the suction.
My will is set back.
I feel the reduction,
As my will is sent to black.

What has happened to me?
My home invaded with malevolent glee!
All my furniture has been moved!
To places that I do not approve!
Strangers rummaging through my once quaint estate!
Murking it with audacious goods without my debate!

I worked to hard for all my stuff!
How dare you move it away so ruff!
If only I could push you away,
I do not want you to stay!
This home is all I have left.
I will fight on, even if you all are deft!

Here once was my glorious dinning room,
Now a den for mongrel fraternity fume!
The debaucher in these once quaint walls,
Enrages me as my would-be tear falls.
There must be a way to get my home back!
So many young men I yearn to smack!

Why these boys to take over my home?
They treat it like a lurid orgy in ancient Rome!
If only I could.. Oh wait I can!
Move this garbage brought by man!
Lets see how you like you secret hidden stash of pot,
Ending up in the neighbor’s lot!

Or how about these insipid pile of clothes
Draped with my thorns and rose!
What are these strange record tables?
Why would you need two to play two old vynal labels?
This stuff is so confusing to me.
Endless dull colors and metals as far as I can see.

Well if I am stuck living with you feral beasts,
A little discipline is in order, in the very least!
First, we must clean this god-forsaken mess.
Let me show you where these clothes should rest.
Then I will find a way to tame you wild young devils,
To respect your lady guests during your revels.

Maybe that is why I am still here?
Trapped with these oaths, who cause me to leer.
Is this torment for being such an old grinch?
Every penny stored and accounted for in the pinch.
Your judgment is harsh, dear lord, for placing me here.
Now lets see how these boys handle my ghostly enraged fear.

Have you ever stood out in the pale moonlight?
Or walked through the dark shadows of night?
I thought not.  For if you did, you would know,
Every color has a darker flow.

Walk with me this one time my sweet.
Nocturnal reality, you do need to meet.
Stay close dear or you may stray.
I will be here to light your way.

You see, in this life we have many a choice.
It is up to you to decipher your own precious voice.
You can walk the light, exposed to all.
Or walk behind the night’s vast darkened wall.

Each one of us will make this journey.
Mine led me to this darkened gurney.
Fret not my sweet, for we are almost there.
You will soon see what my choice forbear.

There under that moss ridden rock,
Lies what is left of my ticking time clock.
Look hard at this grave my dear.
Gaze in sorrow and fear.

I see it in your eyes that this path is not right.
It is time to look back at that faint window’s light,
Your father waits dear, with whom his heart now resides.
Now, you too, must put your heart aside.

You both were never meant for this dark alluring path.
Go and be content in your new life’s bath.
I will be here forever walking the night.
Yearning to be back with you all, in that precious light.

The crisp air engulfs my lung,
As I begin my downward run.
Trees whip by in an endless haze,
As I zip through their leafy maze.
Downwards I go, but to where?
Only to the depths of my own despair.

Fear scours from the brain.
Loss of sense drives me insane.
My body rushes to the end.
To an outcome no medicine can mend.

I hear the wind’s furious roar.
So loud, that I cannot ignore.
Like an eagle’s screech it sinks in.
Leaving me desolate within.
Slowly pain creeps into my ear,
Until even the raucous wind I cannot hear.

The wind is no longer heard,
Yet the scent of pine is still observed.
Natural incense accosts my nose,
In unending scented tidal flows.
As I ascend, their sweet fragrance drifts away,
Until the nose, too, loses its way.

Fear scours from the brain.
Loss of sense drives me insane.
My body rushes to the end.
To an outcome no medicine can mend.

The mute unscented wind enters my throat,
As I scream, its icy tendrils freeze within my moat.
The tongue becomes non-dependent,
As taste buds become less apparent.
Instead of the crispy icy-taste,
The wind-ridden flakes become a senseless waste.

As I plummet coldness baths the skin,
Damp snow covers me from head to shin.
The frigid warmth of its crisp flakes,
Causes my skin to numb as it chillingly bakes.
A tingling sensation flares through me,
Luring me to numbing amnesty.

Fear scours from the brain.
Loss of sense drives me insane.
My body rushes to the end.
To an outcome no medicine can mend.

All that is left is the sight of the trees flying by.
My vision blurs despite what ever I try.
Daggers of frost singe my eyeballs,
Crusting my vision of nature’s wondrous halls.
All that I see becomes opaque,
Leaving me in a deep black wake.

Here I am approaching the end,
While dreading the life I tried to mend.
I feel my ascent coming to a crashing stop,
As life ebbs from my body’s quivering top.
At last!!  Relief from the pangs of life!
At last!!  Relief from life’s endless strife!

One plus one equals two,
At least that is what I have always been told.
Yet is it true?
Have we all been convinced and sold?

I refuse to buy into this rigid thought.
In this commercialistic empire,
I refuse to be bought.
I have bolder thoughts in which to aspire.

Why not one plus one equals one?
It is the same entity is it not?
Hear me out, just for fun.
I promise I won’t bore you on the spot.

Lets say one and another one mate,
Then wouldn’t their spawn have the same genetic code?
All three would be identical entities in their purest genetic state.
One would have to be in our modern mathematical mode.

For in math we are taught that one is and will always be the same.
It must be like this for all formulas and calculations to thrive.
In a sense, one has its own unique fame.
It has its own set destiny preset to strive.

Now some may say, the truth lies in the word “plus”.
For it is this word that tells us how we are to treat this unique number.
We are to combine one and one without a fuss.
Creating a new unique number!

Two!?  Where did you come from?
Are you “one” expended by its self?
Are you twice the mass of a single one?

Are we now backward in our thoughts?
One times one should equal one.
And one plus one should equal two.

Yet to me I see a new formula at play.
One, being unique as one, plus itself still equals its self.
Two should hence be removed away.

For you see,
If you add one and two, you should make three.
Adding to this moronic perplexity.

Let me simplify it to a new easier meaning.
One plus one still equals one.
It has not morphed into a new being.

And now that I have made all your heads spin,
I put down my pen and grin.
For this was my goal all along,
luring you all into my mathematical throng.

Into my lurid insipid lust my body delves.
Lured by an angel with whom my heart doth melds.

Our spirits entwined in Satan’s carnal game.
Vibrant desires plucked to his fame.

Everything stands still to watch us play.
Yearning to peek in, come what may.

Our souls fuse in an ever-living flame.
Up we soar, from the world in which we came.

Lap, lap, lap,

Of the tide brushing my drenched pale back.
Tidal flux pressing my sand drenched pores.
Mind races, parched throat screams,
blistered lips yearning for more.

Slowly I pull myself up from the ocean’s grime.
Baking under the hot sun’s lore.
Palm trees sway to nature’s hypnotic tune,
Lush green plants, vibrant to the core.

A moment of zen pours over my soul,
Such beauty!  Here upon this shore!
Sweet air so crisp and soothing upon my chapped lips.
Tranquil reverence in my self did bore.

Tap, tap, tap,

Of a plastic bottle bumping upon my leg.
Debri floating on the tide like a open sore.
Rage boils at this blight upon such beauty.
Trash drifting aimlessly, finding no room to store.

Flashed memories of my ship assaulted by the sea,
Wave, upon wave striking an endless score.
My mates all washed overboard into the deep blue,
Leaving me alone on a ship destined for the ocean’s floor.

Survived I have, but to what expense?
My debri making this serene coast a moor!
Is this my effect upon this beautiful place?
Am I nothing but a corrupting bore?

Thwap, thwap, thwap,

Roars the helicopter blades as it circles for me.
My eyes water and hands are raised as debri begins to soar.
The once lovely palm trees are now bending to the blades.
Lush green plants are flattened to the earth’s core.

Pain sparks an endless rage.  Enough of this!
I hurry out of sight with feet drenched and sore.
I hobble to the comforting shade of the large healthy trees,
Peeling through lush vegetation reverently, entering heaven’s vibrant door.

Into nature’s womb I did go,
The vivacity of life makes my heart soar.
Slowly the sound the helicopter fades away,
Leaving me to my new heart’s core.

Always I see,
Such beauty around me.
Yet never do they see,
The beauty within me.

Look at that lovely young blonde,
Lazily bathing under the sun.
I wonder what her thoughts might be,
If only she were thinking about me!

Or how about this lovely Latina clerk,
I walk up hoping to not be viewed as a jerk.
I see her gaze quickly scan,
Revealing to me that I can’t be her man.

What has happened to the age of romance?
When a stranger always held an alluring stance.
Have all the ladies shunned us all?
Will we ever be worthy of their call?

I hope so,
For I still yearn for the Ying to my Yang.
Don’t we all,
Seek the one to ease all our heart’s pain?

Maybe this pretty Asian business lass,
Will see my worth in our quick walking pass.
No, another quick scan.
I am starting to wonder if I am even a man.

Maybe if I focus on just being me,
A lady will come to me with glee?
Wouldn’t that be a nice thought!
Myself being the one who is sought!

Time to stop for a drink at the bar,
And look at that, a lovely brunette glimpsed from afar.
Maybe fate is telling me something?
Is it time for my heart to sing?

So what say you?  My lovely bartender brunette,
Will this verse sway your heart?
Will the words of this sonnet,
Give us a start?

Yet again, I am struggling to sleep,
Yearning for my soul to keep.
Day by day pass with no remorse.
Death scouring the lands on his tireless horse.

First there was Marcos,
Then there was Kain.
Death is coming for all of us,
As morale begins to wane.

Shots are fired in hot sporadic spurts,
I duck for cover as my shoulder hurts.
Blood flows down my arm as I grasp my gun,
I close my eyes as my comrades begin to run.

I am paralyzed, planted in the bunkered earth,
My comrades carry me as they flee.
I fight with sanity, refusing to see my own worth,
As bullets fly by, in an endless torrent of maniacal glee.

The pain sears, racing through my mind.
Muscles, tissue, bone, beginning to unwind.
Concern crosses my comrade’s face,
As he looks at my pained disgrace.

Earth spews from the ground to my right,
Launching us into the thick fumed air.
I scream again as my pain rears its roaring might.
My vision fading as our bodies land on our earthen lair.

Death’s whisper then did creep,
His cold breath in did seep.
I feel no pain as I know its time,
To join my mates, out here on the Rhine.

There it is again!
So loud!
So distinct!

It started even before the band began!
Is it coming from the crowd?
I don’t know!  Its overwhelmed my instinct!

The music is too loud!
It seems to have covered it!
Lets get to a quiet spot!

Ah! Now all I hear is the crowd.
Something doesn’t seem to fit.
Do you think it’s the pot?

Never has been before.
Point taken.
What was that noise!

I don’t hear it any more.
Lets wait here to see if it will awaken!
I can never argue with you when you do that poise!

Wait!  Hear it!
Yes!  The noise is back!
But where is it coming from?

Lets listen as we sit.
Good Idea!  Wait is it coming from my pack?
It is!  Are you sure you had enough of that rum?

Oh my God!  It’s my phone.
Well isn’t this a hoot!
I have never heard that ringtone before!

It must be from that guy you wanted to bone!
Hello!  Wait!  I need to turn of mute!
Well girl!  You are anything but a bore!

Oh hey Steve!  No we didn’t flee!
Oh this guy is a keeper!
We are out by the food tents!

That’s my girl, so full of glee!
Come over and join us by the A15 bleacher!
Oh good!  I am always in the mood for some hunky gents!