It started twenty years ago
How it came to be here, i do not know,
But slowly it had grown from one
to a colony and then
to multiple colonies
Striving on blood and sugar
      Oh yes, they love human blood and sugar!
They could have lived here forever
Their downfall was their greed
And over expansion,
     when their presence became
     more prevalent and started
     invading more and more space
     making me uncomfortable.
So, the artillery came down heavy on them,
They had to be destroyed
Every single one of them,
First, their food source was cut off
Then, they were annihilated, blasted out of my space,
I feel lighter now and a bit hollow
After all, a couple of decades inside me
I must have drawn some attachment,
But no regrets, the Aliens must go
And they went, not willingly but
Through force and heavy armoury!

Amidst the calamity of self-righteous politicians,
I step into my mandate of securing my homeland,
A village is in trouble, they said,
They failed to mention the looming hidden weapons of destruction.

First, my brother steps into the snare,
I follow suit for no man in our team falls alone,
Ensnared by the enemy, alone and nowhere to run,
We stand and fight until we all fall down.

Apparently, it wasn't enough that we had fallen,
They chopped us up and made us spectacles,
Of hatred and feudalism, that oozed from their souls,
Our death not in vain as the villagers are safe,
Why then now the bigots bicker so?

Every story ends in heartache
There's no story book ending
The end means death
The guy doesn't always get the girl
While the girl can't save the bad guy
Every story is good going bad
Or the story is bad getting better
You love her from a distance
She loves him the way you feel for him
Different crowds not even in the same circle
Rich no reason to ***** life is whatever
Poor try to survive live a normal life

you say i trust to equal those in the past
whom have brought only pain and hatred
upon those in their wake?
well it's time to take a look in the mirror
my friend, no, wait, don't do that,
i wouldn't want to inflate your ego
it would come as no surprise to me if in that
mirror you would only see the eighth wonder
of the world, ever wondered if you could see
the world? i take that back, there is no sense
in snapping and losing my temper,
but all i'm doing is back tracking and
finding my self exempt of the respect that i
deserve, only you can serve to notice
the pain that you have harboured
upon the empty hearts of which now yearn
for that ever self-loving and i can only leave
you with this advice

turn around and back off
that ain't love it's idolatry.

Once upon a dainty hill
sat old castle of a young king
not busied by ***** thrills
but in the realm, fair Muse did sing

sorry as such
to trouble you sire
but farmer, lady and great squire
are, unto you, to enquire
how it is the sun makes such fire

to this the young king
furrowed his brow
and scratched his chin
and pondered how

eight days did pass
and woe betide
the pressing question
found no bride

the elders of the castle old
let fairy tales of disorder unfold

a great dragon they say
lit the sun
after finding itself lost
and on the run
from a shadow giant
of world unseen

but the tales of course
were all but dreams.

A little voice
filled the air
with light and weightless
soulful flair

a blacksmith's girl
of simple dress

excuse me sir
i must confess
this minor stir
has caused me stress

the young king bade her speak
and with that, the child weak
stood atop a wonky box
with certain eyes and wavy locks

dear people
i now must say
that it is on this cold and fateful day
my mind has led to such dismay

as I have learned to trust none of you.