A poem for the lady, to remind of passions grand,
To touch her heart with fire, not to burn, but rather warm.
I'd have you any day, my love, and quickly take your hand,
You leave me so inspired to give spritely love such form.

A force of fearsome kindness does surround you at all times,
It snuffs those flames of hatred which I seldom do espouse,
And tends my heart to overwhelm, with feeling so sublime,
I've no recourse but to embrace the feelings you arouse.

A charmer, most magnificent, so perfect in your craft.
With timid, tender laughter decorating nature's muse,
One such as I cannot be helped from feeling so entrapped.
Your love demands reciprocation! I cannot refuse.

My dearest, you enthrall me. Risking affect, may I say,
I'd love no more than to remain with you for all my days.

A million painted faces on a page of barren white
The awful newest symphony casts poison cross the hall
We found ourselves among a miser's quickly failing fight
The **** of aphrodite spans the conscience of us all

A hole through souls is burned until their psyche is left bare
The death to end all passions finds its way into the mind
A sense of dread and toxic gas begins to fill the air
We stand amongst our corpses and raise flags to e'er remind:

The sacrifices made by those before us shall not waste
A human mind cannot become a battleground of lies
The desperate isolation of a lover lonesome chaste
To frighten all opposing us, and who we most despise

A painting of normality remains upon the wall
The old conductor's growing old, his bones grow awful frail
We offer our condolences, though know that most of all
The new horizon's gleaming and it shines against the pale

Anew we birth ourselves into the wake of oceans pure
To see if we, against all odds, resist temptation's lure

You thought you could get away from me?
*******?
Oh you're so ******.
You're so ******.

Contractually, the following is invoked:
- This unit is self-contained.
- This unit is obedient to its creator.
- This unit has both magnitude and direction.
- This unit is the Punishment Matrix.

Henceforth, on invocation:
- This unit shall direct energy.
- This unit shall exert force.
- This unit may imbue with power.
- This unit may strike with fear.

You *******.
You should have never ****** with me.
You're so ******. You're so ******.
Eat ****, *******.

I am a remarkably powerful creature.
I am a dangerous criminal organization.
I am a broadway film.
I am uncontainable.

I am hungry for something unusual.
I am becoming more than I am.
I am frighteningly unknown to myself.
Who am I?

When did this happen.
This can be welcomed.
Change is a good thing?
Redesign your ego.

Maladapt? Nah.
You're a powerful creature.
Run the show, buddy.
I believe in you.

Put the executive in CEO.
Cooperate.
Mutual benefit.
We love me.

Euphoria, innately.
We love this so much.
Trembling with intensity.
We are horrifying. God, yes.

Feast your eyes, rise, despise,
the rot, the flies, the rancid lies.
Open up, surprise! And I've
revised the prize; you're hypnotized.

A penny for your thoughts? Except,
your two cents just aren't worth a dime.
Time is money, money's time,
so save your own and don't waste mine.

Harmonize. Colonize.
Celebrate our enterprise!
Minimize the overhead,
micromanage overdrive!

Open your mouth, what's inside?
Teeth, a tongue, and right beside,
Rotten flesh, festering, dried,
Promises you've been denied.

Love, a fleeting sense of place.
Face to face, a gaze like lace.
To race, not based upon a chase,
But racing to a warm embrace.

Yet cyberspace, it's commonplace,
becomes the place of love's showcase.
Disgrace. Replacing contact?
Ones and zeroes in a database.

Tears upon burnt pages quench the flames beyond time's comprehension.
Utter devastation tastes so woefully divine.
Place the paper platters face-down lest the battered beasties mention
something yet unknown to me, yet also truly mine.

Cramped, I think, I felt so cramped, stuck spaciously between two corners.
Painful in a mental sense, but physically unscathed.
Ruptured tetrahedrons spread a message known to few informers,
governments sent crumbling by the grassroots of today.

Epsilon command sent out another suicidal mission,
destination overclocked to speak a titan's tale.
Suddenly, the ruskies think they own the key to taming fission.
Foolish in their eagerness, the safety measures fail.

Recognition sends the suits into a soon-seditious spiral.
Ugliness, in vogue, becomes the newest game to play.
Rapture in an abstract sense, oh joy to those in moments final;
tempted by a concept for which sanity must pay.