Just enough riddles
To number thirteen.
What makes me giggle,
You might call obscene!

1.
The start of the end,
At the end of time.
Comes first in Earth,
And finishes rhyme.

2.
Inside this foul clan, you will find
Not just two, but three of my kind.

3.
What doth thine eye
Most keenly spy
During the calm
Of the stormy sky?

4.
Actors eagerly
Anticipated
This primary line,
Then participated.

5.
It might make you think
Of something like "aches",
The black ball in pool
With the number "8".

6.
A young man, Arnie
Placed his ball on me
When he stopped mixing
This drink, lemony.

7.
Beginning of first,
But never in last.
It's how you begin
To scribe the text fast.

8.
The one who's reading
This most bizarre tale,
On who I depend
To somehow prevail!

The first word's a name,
The third can explain
The point of this game,
So simple and plain.

B-A-C-F-E - F-E-A - D-H-A-A-G

How you can sustain
The relentless pain
Of your withered brain
As it stays contained

In this emptiness
And bleakened abyss
As it still emits
These thoughts, so amiss

Is quite perplexing-
You're likely vexing,
Maybe suspecting
This sordid affair

In which you were placed and left to despair
With this grim burden which you'll always bear.

Hear Earth's music, all that listen,
Witness its mighty performance.
Indulge in the brilliance of its show,
Leaving one feeling much suspense

At the fires brimming deep within
A towering and cavernous mountain,
At its vastly expanding bodies and
Pools of crystalline water, blue and green,

The towering, colossus lumber
Flourishing throughout the land,
The beaches, with an infinite
Number of specks we've named sand.

Yet none mustn't ever forget
Our moon's ascent, how our sun sets,
The cyclic continuance of both,
And how they contribute to our growth.

This world's nature, ancient and grand,
Needs not much to understand
Its display is enough to convey
With or without us, it needn't count its days,

For Mother Earth, forged from the stars,
Has traveled heavily, wide and far,
Its age exceeds all mortal lives
That scour the surface, and still thrive.

Older than man and creature alike,
Besting all rocks of space it strikes.
Though it may seem everlasting,
Sadly, that thought is met with contrasting;

This wildly microscopic planet
Is a mere grain of nothingness
When compared to its containment:
Our surrounding universe
And its chaotically large abyss.

During the days I spend slaving away
For some measly tips and minimum pay,
I often listen to unheard music,
And hope for the soonest chance I can play

These songs I still practice repeatedly
And usually perform quite easily--
Their sequences of notes strung together
Weren't ever difficult to remember.

What I've always enjoyed doing the most
Is getting the right to happily boast
About crushing what they said I can't do--
Hopefully, I've shown them a trick or two!

This music still swirls inside of my head,
And I spend so much time in "rehearsal",
I make all the motions asleep in bed--
More time spent "playing" is always helpful!

No matter how bleak
Passing days may seem,
You needn't act meek
Basking in the gleam

Of the sun's lustrous
Beams blazing upon
Your face, so wondrous
When not kept withdrawn.

You possess beauty
Unfortunately
Hidden secretly
Since you sheepishly

Shy away from their prying eyes
And the cold sting of their shrill cries.
The world outside patiently waits
Until you return so they'll berate

Whatever you try
To possibly do;
You have to defy
Those words they imbue

On your imprinted spirit, so weary.
Surely, you haven't envisioned this dreary
Outcome you face every ****** day.
You know there must be other ways

To make yourself feel comfortable
With the world that's surrounding you.
You know your joy's sustainable,
And the dreams you keep will come true.

Hopefully, you learn just how to prevail
In this perilous and turbulent tale!

Laboring under the strong delusion
That you hold some kind of authority
Only makes you into an amusement
For the rest of your fellow company.

You gladly boast about spending decades
Working a meager, lowly, thankless job.
It's no wonder your sanity seems frayed,
But still, you're acting like a pompous snob.

So what if you became a veteran
Of the local town's pizza syndicate,
You're merely an hourly employee
Who loves to particularly berate

Other workers you still think you're above;
You hold no more power than anyone!
You'll likely stay in this fantasy land,
And probably won't ever understand;

Instead, you'll persist to stubbornly shun
The truth of the matter, which is a fact:
You're just a wretch with a mind that was cracked.

To yearn for comfort
In your grievous heart,
Blighted by traumas
Which tore it apart,

You aim to consult
These friends from afar,
Not realizing
They won't mend these scars

If they're miles away
From the very source
Of these ghastly wounds
Causing the discourse

Amidst those that claim
To offer support,
Yet witness your pain,
But give help of no sort.

You're left all alone,
Not a soul nearby
To muffle your moans
Or soften your cries.

Your heart's turned to stone,
Though love's what you sought.
There's ice in your bones;
Your soul's left to rot.

Unprovoked, you often squabble
With strangers you don't even know.
Often spouting unkind ramblings,
Seems like your head suffered a blow.

You rant and rave, not making sense,
You babble such mindless drivel.
The head you carry seems so dense;
In your little world, you revel.

You spew such foul atrocities
No one can seem to comprehend.
Still, you speak in this gibberish
No one wishes to understand.

Your madness and stupidity
Are such a sad combination.
Hopefully, you enjoy all your
Nonsensical fascinations.

Arriving at the final time
Of the current day,
Hoping for a tranquil slumber
In a dream to sway

Through the soft calmness of the night,
A comfy spot to lie
As vivid sights soon start crossing
The mind's ever-watchful eye.

Pleasantries begin to surround
This scene, so surreal.
Lucidity seems within reach
As more is revealed

Inside this wondrous dream of yours;
You soon start to question
What other wonders can be found
In your imagination!

For years, I dreamt of ending the life
Which I regrettably shared with you.
A life through which I felt so much pain,
I thought there was nothing else to do

But be the glutton for punishments
You seemed to think I somehow deserved.
Why a child should be so viciously
Abused makes me feel beyond perturbed.

Still, I no longer wish to harbor
Dreadful woe and despair that you wrought.
I severed our ties, then realized
The prison in which I had felt caught

Could not be upheld once I could see
You never had power over me.

Growing tired of this pain,
Though impatient, how you fought!
Did you ever make a change?
Won't give that a second thought.

A soul seeming so badly stained,
Looking so rough and wrought.
Though it still seems a little strange,
It's just been through a lot.

There's no need for your disdain,
Don't you know what you were taught?
We all know you're not deranged,
Though peace is what you sought.

Now let all those drops of rain
Help you not be distraught.
Don't you fret now or complain
About bad luck you caught.

May you never
Face such horror
That is, for some,
Always in store.

You have no clue
What some will face.
You won't see it.
There is no trace.

Every day, they
Fight to survive.
Miraculous,
How they're alive.

Pain and torture's
What they endure.
You don't think so?
Well, rest assured

That you don't have
To think it's real.
You're still lucky
To never feel

Agonizing,
Woeful despair.
An unseen scar
Is what they wear.

You'll never know
Sickening pain.
For this dark blight
Creates disdain

For all of life
And to just be.
How do I know?
It lives in me.

Life must be cherished
Despite these burdens
That seem to perish
Any happiness

That could've been lost
When paying the cost
of feeling a pain
So wickedly intense.

You must remain strong,
You've gone for this long
When so much has churned
Within your pained heart, so dense.

Someday, you'll be free
of this brutally
Unfair curse of which
Nothing is worse;
Someday soon, you'll see.

You've such a bitter temperament,
Those foul blows were no accident.
Every scorch you brutally dealt
For all this searing pain you felt
Left behind a disastrous wreck,
Decimating your foes to specks.
Your artful carnage stands unmatched
Since the moment your anger hatched!

You forcibly feed your contempt
In some ruthless way to attempt
Stoking the flames which brew inside
Your calloused heart you try to hide.
It needn't be put on display,
It plainly seems it's in dismay.
You must reject this bitter spite!
Against this hatred, you must fight!

In darkest skies and blackest sea,
You mustn't fuel your misery.
Towards the light, you have to strive!
Only in love, you'll feel alive.
Passion's a challenge to control,
Never must it take such a toll
On your spirit and innermost
Fiery soul and ageless ghost!

You must regain sound discipline
and ensure that you'll surely win
This battle waged within yourself,
And claim triumph for no one else.

"We fight war for peace!"
Contradictory.
"Their evil won't cease!"*
Based on what I see,

You bomb these countries,
Making refugees
Who just want to flee
This whole travesty.

People helplessly
Leave all these cities
Because you destroyed
Everything they've known.

With sinless lives, you wrongly toyed.
It seems "their evil's" not alone.

I know why the joker
  Doth smile and jest,
And laughs so gleefully at thee.
     Thy spirits, he soothes,
      With frolicking moves;
The way he sways is so lovely.

   The cracks that he'll take
  Are enough to make
The dimmest and dullest of minds
      Feel stricken and stabbed
       With all that he's jabbed:
His kicks are gained heeding your bind.

   Showcases of joy,
  He seeks to employ:
Even if it's at your expense,
      He'll take your dismay,
       And cast it away!
Despite his obvious offense...

With power comes responsibility,
'Tis only used sparingly and wisely.
To abuse such gifts proves futility,
Done in foolish manner, quite naively.

Exercise thine strength by showing restraint,
True power's revealed when it's kept at bay.
Though firm discipline's what you should acquaint,
Ne'er should you succumb as easy prey

To those who labor under false belief
That they can freely make others feel grief.
The repercussions to likely entail
From such heinous acts they deem justified

Will show that higher powers will prevail,
And by these powers, we should all abide.