Failing at a game,
You did not even wish to play,
Conscripted into reality,
Without a say in such an act.
Play the game,
Or lose it all.

©BAS

A fire smoldering,
In the hearts of humans,
A dream?
A fleeting feeling?
A time to be remembered and a time to be forgotten.
Acting out of anger.
For the buildup is to great.
No home to run to,
No soul to confide in.
My only confidant myself,
And these silent stoic walls.

©BAS

Forced to stand silent, Time taking away
The youth of a child,
The wonder of a blue sky,
A box that becomes a house,
Seen through a lens of youth,
Fires of dreams burning brightly,
Fading like stars as times passes.

©BAS

The blackened beating heart of man,
Oozing a dark sludge,
Coating the innocent, and the lost,
Covering them in a miasma of loss,
A lost soul
Stab the heart stab the heart,
Death becomes a lyric lark,
Run you can not the heart will find,
Run you can not the greed will blind,
Man and his black heart,
Born of animus,
Yet trying to deny,
Darkness in their own souls.
Hiding it with comedy masks,
Dancing upon a stage of crumbling dreams,
Feeding off the strong and hefty,
The weak and meek writhing and crawling,
Looking for another beings greatness,
To latch upon and make their own,
In some small lonely way.

©BAS

The heaving Earth,
Writhing with competing life,
A contest of survival taking place on a blue, green stage.
Man bending land to his will,
Complicating the perfection of the food chain.
Mother earth weeping as man ravages her lands.
Crying silently into space.
with a pain no other planet can understand.

©BAS

Alphabet soup,
And phonetically sounding,
The voices of preschoolers,
Echoing a teachers lead,
Learning skills,
For something not yet known,
All that was known,
Was the comfort of family and home.
Did we know then?
Our sense of peace would be taken away to crookedly rot?
I suppose ignorance was bliss.


©BAS

Mystic places,
Locked away in isolation,
Human eyes may not go there,
Lain upon unsullied land,
Places found by humans gaze,
Usually will end the days of harmony,
The merriment of the forest spirits,
Broken by loud human voices,
Confusing compilations of ego,
Seep into the innocent trees,
Corrupting the soul of the land.

©BAS

People give,
People take,
Leaving emptiness in their wake,
An emptiness in their shape,
So try to fill that place,
With squares and circles,
Shapes and sizes,
Pleasure and pain.
You will find that space,
Still empty in one way or another,
Even love sometimes,
Can not fill that empty place.

©BAS

Remember when,
Courting was a matter of confidence, wit?
Remember a time before attention,
Was not IV dripped into our blood?
You may not recall such a time,
Even I do not.
Humanity can take anything,
Twist it into a devil.
Now even a compliment, a digitized like,
A poetic statement,
Or even a lover,
Is lost to a flow of comments and criticisms.
Making us lonelier than ever before.

©BAS

From on high,
Some retribution did shine,
Upon the flower wilting,
Blessing it with rain.
Upon the stray dog wandering,
A Benevolent creatures shows mercy.
Retribution shines rarely,
Yet when it does,
It makes it seem as if
A god could exist.

©BAS

Once a proud father,
A builder, a family leader.
A spawner of a new generation.
Lost to the trials of aging,
A time faded away,
A mind still intact,
Never aged a day past 40
A body giving up,
Forced to standby and watch yourself,
Lose your abilities
To the reaper.

©BAS

Somewhere down the dividing line,
Souls get separated in due time,
Even when growing together on the vine,
It withered and died in winter's time,
A place not so special,
No different from another,
But special in it's own way,
Because it was our place to stay.

©BAS

Unfortunately we parted ways,
Somewhere down the line,
Life gives, and takes away.
Even the most precious of treasures,
Can fade away like sunsets.
Leaving nothing behind but an impression. An echo. A cry for help gone unheard. A day of suffering ended in the peace of death.

©BAS

A word whispered,
Upon a day of loss,
Will dreams carry on,
The will of a man long gone?
Will you fight?
Or will you die like a dog?

©BAS

A soul sent back,
To the kingdom of some god,
If a heart wishes for salvation,
Upon a bed of death,
Then mayhaps that heart will go,
To where the mind wishes it would.

©BAS

Is the destiny of mankind,
In the modern day,
To die glued to a hospital bed?
Bravery and honor dashed by father time,
Taken away by ageing reapers hands,
Time spent in final moments,
A normal day like any other,
Yet it is the last of days.
Spent with such brevity,
As if there would be more.
Maybe this is the fate of modern man.
To not be felled by blade or bullet,
Only felled by failure of organs.
Yet the mind stayed intact.
A young mans mind in an aging body.
Is it the fate that awaits us all?

©BAS

To the depths they go,
Traversing trenches,
Making strides upon the tides,
Lovecraft's beasts, wandering the waters,
The feeling of mighty eyes watching you,
As if you were but a drop of flesh in an ocean of predators,
In most ways you are,
When one swims in the ocean.
Or dives for the secrets it holds,
In its mighty body.

©BAS

Territories unseen,
Places unified,
Loves lost to time and regret,
Unknown lives, lived by hidden people,
Times dissipated from now,
Humanity lost,
To seas uncharted,
To the depths of my heart,
All so foreign to me.
A call for help,
Disguised as poetry.
A guise worn
Unknown.


©BAS

Places populated,
Brimming with people,
Some seemingly moving thoughtlessly,
Through sidewalks and dirt roads,
As if they have not a thought,
Beside what lies in tomorrow,
And an evening spent at home.
It is sad no?
A world without thought,
Is barley a world at all.

©BAS

"We are routed, Fall back!"
A call of many battles,
Battles and war, always so frowned upon.
Yet where else has humanity done the most?
It seems humans can not have peace for long,
Without some war happening,
We are living in the age,
Of cold wars, and Cyber battles.
The age of battles fought with half-hearted ideas,
Buzzwords and insults.

©BAS

A fruit filled with golden promise,
bearing value greater than gold,
Golden juices flowing,
From fruits from ancient times,
A treat bore,
From trees
Growing for eternity,
Bearing fruits for animals and mankind.


©BAS

A precious gem,
Glimmering in light,
Dancing with promise,
Naught but a rock.

©BAS

A temple of gods,
Brought bright days,
From places of darkness and solitude,
Blessing man with hope,
And art, as if some divine spirit did overtake,
Oracles of Delphi,
Spouting this and that,
Humanity listening intently,
To ravings of madness,
Taking it as the voice of god.

©BAS

A golden era of humanity,
Times of kingdoms,
Great wars of glory and victory,
Times of beast and man,
Of gods and angels,
Lore and fable.
Places placed in historic memory,
Some with secrets never to come back.

©BAS

Sparkling seas stretching far.
Beyond where the eye can see,
Sparkling unto a new horizon,
Shimmering unto dreams of mean lost to the seas.
A frontier once unexplored,
Now has lost its magical glow,
Due to man and his machinations.

©BAS

Help a helper,
Help a *****,
Leaping logarithms,
Lost souls,
Never finding a meaning,
Some find it in a needle,
Some in a song sung showering,
Some in a silent night in the city,
Others in the debauchery of modernity,
Some find help, in the wrong places,
Some in the right world,
Some lose souls,
Praying for salvation.
And never finding it.
©BAS

This human world,
I can feel it,
Breaking my spirit of youth,
I understand the feeling of the aged,
The anger of change not always for the better,
The way the world was,
Slipping away.
Never to return,
To a state of purity.

©BAS

The pattering of small feet,
Running across the home,
Dashing of pets and children,
Times of peace and serenity,
Family and Strength,
Taken away from us,
By the modern world.

©BAS

Payback for payment,
Petty paltry peril,
Primrose periwinkle petite girls,
Petting potbellied pigs,
Petrol pounding in pistons,
Pending papers piling up,
Pens polling poll takers,
Petty paltry penance,
Paid by the piper.
For a piece of peace.

©BAS

Tales of tribulation,
trail and error,
Times long gone,
eras of myth and men,
Gods and legend,
Even the mightiest of statues crumble,
The largest of kingdoms fall,
To assume it will not happen to us,
To the world at large,
Is foolhardy and childish.

©BAS

Places growing,
And dying,
In cycles of death and rebirth,
Time cyclical and cold,
Breathing life and taking it,
As the garden fades into winter.

©BAS

I never knew you,
A secret kept,
Broke my heart,
Like an egg cracking on the counter.
My shell broken,
By nothing but words unsaid.

©BAS

A wave of mighty ocean,
Crashing upon unsuspecting shores,
Decimating infrastructure,
Making humanity remember,
The power of the ocean waves.

©BAS

A maelstrom of madness,
A malign of mediation,
Tearing asunder land and sea,
Scraping the Earth,
A typhoon bring change,
And reminding humanity,
Of their lack of power.

©BAS

As a child,
I stared off into the distance,
Dreaming of this and that,
My eyes open,
Yet a dreamworld of places,
Dancing before my sight,
Places far away,
The games I would play thereafter,
Now when we try to daydream,
There is nothing there,
But a longing for something lost to aging.

©BAS

A visage of days gone by,
A shadow of what it once was,
Nothing but sweet memory,
To feed my soul in these days,
Time passing by faster than ever,
Yet dilating as I sit,
Phantoms of days long gone,
Haunt the dreams of everyone.

©BAS

A stray,
Wandering softly lit streets,
Scavenging for food,
fighting for life,
Cats meowing and jumping trash cans,
Showing off Olympic skill,
For nothing but a meal.
Dogs finding homes,
Or abandoned by owners,
Lost in streets,
Hoping for a scrap of love.
Only to find more garbage.

©BAS

Humanity is being reduced,
To nothing but a shadow,
Of the greatness it once had,
Cyclical progression of man,
Shows that we rise and fall.
When will be the day,
That humanity only rises above our past,
Instead of becoming it?

©BAS

The final of the dinosaurs,
Did they awaken on that day,
Knowing what was in store?
That they were all headed for annihilation?
If so what will man do,
On the day we awaken,
And a great unease settles over the world,
As something strikes at the heart of Earth.

©BAS

A spray of cruelty,
Foolhardy words and policies,
Dogmatic religions and cruel humans,
Allowed to flood beautiful places,
Because we give them the benefit,
Of the doubt.

©BAS

A time of wonder,
Merriment and melody,
Music was magical,
Movies were special,
A time faded into the past,
A place gone from here.
The magic of an evening out,
Now destroyed by human innovation.

©BAS

A ***** slipping,
Sunlight resting upon shoulders,
Of gods and men,
Beams of light,
Baptizing the land,
In warmth and redemption.

©BAS

Lovers living in suspended summer,
Eternal sunshine glowing through life,
Days fading and reverberating,
Memories like fine wines one indulges in to soak a feeling.
That feeling made from something,
that came from nothing,
As if the birth of humanity,
Was the birth of a greed to conquor
Survive and exist on,
One final note we should take,
Is that the whole world needs more real love.

©BAS

Small places tucked away,
On hidden streets,
In small alcoves,
Places suspended in a liminal way,
Life stalled at night,
Streetlights singing through the dark,
Like man-made starlight,
Guiding one to a place hidden away.

©BAS

Morning Joe,
Steaming up into exhausted nostrils,
A small pick me up,
For the morning scuffle,
Something some people wake up for,
Just a simple cup of coffee.

©BAS

Brother slaying brother,
Families disintegrating,
Loss of unity,
Unity of life,
Family bonds in modern times,
Mean less to people,
For some odd reason.

©BAS

An aging world,
An aging race,
A pace moving slowly,
Yet almost at light speed.
Time a cruel master,
That sends its agents of aging,
out to destroy man.

©BAS

Lost winds blowing,
From ancient seas,
Forgotten kingdoms,
Tucked away in the trees,
A wind that carries,
The whispers of history,
Ancient knowledge,
Hidden in the subtleties of the wind,
A wind of time that blows,
Over everything.

©BAS

A glowing tide,
Cerulean and cornflower,
Emitting bright ethereal light,
Lapping sandy shorelines,
Crashing and slowly flowing,
Filling the night with an otherworldly glow,
Of some alien place.

©BAS

A country of people,
Reaching for castles in the sky,
Breaking their arms on high,
Breaking bones and bodies in the process,
Dreamers sacrificing lives,
For dreams that smolder in their souls,
Even after men die,
Those dreams and embers,
Burn on, for all of history.

©BAS