I don't think poetry is rhymes, more than words locked in time. More like shadow caught in glass, a mirror that reflects the soul.
all you are and all you hold, and everything you have sold.
As shadows roll from our hands the mirror can already see our plans. Servitude, solitude, tradition, honor. Label your code or drown it in water.
Let your mirror define your soul, let your words reverberate all through time and all through space.

There is a hole in my head. One of silence and of dread. A madness pulling me apart,
Oh look another hole in my heart.
Fight fight fight for your life. Show her that you are still alive. That something is beating in your chest. Your brain is gone let the madness in. Let love be the one to win.
Don't be a zombie so deprived, show her the reason your still alive. A part of the world she could not see. Let her be the reason, and wait and see.

I speak of legends almost a century old still today new myths must be told.
a man from the shadows who dressed in all black he springs from the shadows to start his attack.
a hero who flew as high as the sun as is the wish of the last of krypton.
A princess and warrior as fierce as her name a wondrous woman, equal in fame.
A benevolent king under the seas, he does what he likes, and does not look to please.
A frequent flyer who has reached the stars by his lanterns light fear flees the night.
A crimson hero who speeds bad guys away, he continues to move faster each day.
A robotic man with a heart and a brain, cybernetic only by name.
A sheep in wolf's clothing more human then all he manhunts monsters his home will not fall.
A small child who thunders his name all Olympus roars the same.
A archer of the brave and the bold, a bow and a hood, a story long told.
These our the myths of 2000 A.D. real or not they empower the free.

My animal has to much pride. Its hard to keep him inside. I have to stick to the code. Travel with him on the road. Need to keep my lion away.
He may consume me anyway. He is fire. His roaring is burning all choice away.
only one path to follow this day.
Pride or honor? What feeds you?

I see you everyday, the quite girl a million miles away. Head in the clouds or in a book.
I find myself stuck to your hook. And as you pull me to the shore I feel myself sway away.
I'm under your spell. Is this heaven or is it hell?  Your a million miles away. Yet I see you everyday.
A shooting star I cannot catch, the flickering light of my last match.
I can't tell if this is a broken romance. I know you can feel it too. Will our vindication please come through.
I don't want to be the one to utter: I missed you.

Critics are our best friends, they show us out flaws.
But all as its true "self critical" a nation cannot due.
No one truly sees mistakes we made.
how many innocents fear our blade.
We all pretend we have the right just look at our nations fights.
How many of my ancestors did you **** that day?
When "little boy" came out to play.
"We were saving lives."
The only price you had to pay: a million children and still this day.
And when Germany fell the day before. We packed our bags and walked away.
the Russians ***** them all that day.
We were not responsible. We were drinking ice tea and O.J.
don't pretend we were in the right. There are no morals in a fight.
Responsibility and honor. Was never practiced by the forefathers.
call me the anti Christ. Anti American is that nice?
I'm not I swear its true. So next time you ask me how I feel just know it was you who greased the wheel.
I can only tell you how I feel.

So sick of fighting the personal war. Like swimming never to see the shore. No I'm not *******, because I'm not four. I'm venting because my best friend is the door.
the one that's slammed in my face, every friend from every place. I don't exist there is no trace. Like no one loved me in the first place.
every connection I've ever had has always ended so ******* bad.
If this is my war god I understand. If not please lend a hand.
Maybe a love or just a friend someone to be there at the end. To say: "I knew this boy, he was ok."
If I die before I wake, I'd rather not be gods mistake.