"You take their lives with no compassion,
as if killing a fly.
They are Human Beings."

"They are cattle! and should be treated as such."

"But you were Human."

"Silence!
I have lived 10 thousand years.
Do you really believe I still carry compassion for these creatures?
You will lose compassion very quickly, my boy.
When you are sick of rodent and dog.
When nights pass one after another and your hunger is all that guides you.
When you grovel in the rain and mud waiting for a farmer to check his fields.
When their blood is your survival.
Talk to me of compassion after 100 kills."

"I don't know if I want this.
Must I lose my soul to gain immortality?"

"Don't be silly, my boy...your soul is already lost."

i'm dying here
this wretched place
where savage wind
cut cold my face
where clocks crass scream
brings hollow thought
eyes the mirror
blank and caught
in ancient battles
on ancient fields
heart and mind
wall that shields
i want to touch
i want to reach
the shore that never hugs the beach
and leave this soul
now spent and sad
longing for the dream it had
longing for the gentle smile
the night when i can sit a while
and look into another's eyes
and gaze the sun
now on the rise

there is a darkness that bleeds
into all my life's colors
no matter how bright the day may be

it forever lingers
always quick to bring
it's dull suppressing shadow
over these brief dances in the Sun

there comes a day
in all our lives
when the light is eclipsed by this
unsuspected cloud

and we no longer bask in the glow
of youth

In the eyes of the fleeting foxes
we were not magnificent
welcome to the machine
or rage against it
but remember
if you betray the wall
then you must bid farewell to kings
working on a mystery will bow to natural science
so hear me now my starry eyed talking heads
in the days of future past
deftones that guide us from the dark side of the moon
like time, stands still
sounds of silence will prevail
from the darkest depths of mordor
GaGas, Biebers, and bands of mindless disney orks
shall arrive from across the universe
black days shall grip this planet
down down down in a burning ring of fire
landslide
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
stayin alive
the day the music dies

I'm very well versed
in adverse condition
I stay perched on first
and disperse ammunition
I reverse my diverse
impolite imposition
to continue a terse
yet contrite disposition
if she winks
then me thinks
I've conveyed
my position
if she blinks
then I've jinxed
Goddess Venus
and her mission

the poetry of simplicity
the delicate wonder of a stars timeless light
the soft soul dance of lovers unspoken emotion

the intricate and infinite world of dream memories
that lay waiting for the routine,
yet vastly uncharted landscape of sleep

and in sleep
the poet thrived
washed in fields of light
and oceans of pure and pristine thought

in the day
when the universe was kind
it would send him the words
that began the story
of his dreamscape

some say he was reaching for a pen
as new words fell from the Sun
he drifted slowly and silently from the road
the words never written
the dream never shared
by this simple man