In the year 3131
They come to devour our suns
Terrible, godlike, interstellar giants
Inconceivable beyond all reason and science.

Humanity and all her colonies,
Divided amongst the galaxies,
Finally united once and for all
For our race dare not fall!

To eliminate the threat of annihilation
We constructed planet-sized stations
That house massive and powerful guns
To protect and defend our vulnerable suns.

As our fears vanished behind us
Those in control sought to rebind us
For systems of authority never change,
Not even with pervasive freedom in range.

With the powerful distracted by their lust,
For control over every speck of dust,
There emerged a demented cult
That believes our race is at fault,
And beings that come from above
Do so out of divine, parental love.

These naive and delusional zealots,
Inspired by avarice long embellished,
By a ruthless society lacking empathy,
Have developed an ever enduring apathy.

Seeking to destroy our only defenses,
They mount violent and ****** offensives,
Their rugged, disorderly fleets crucify
As humanity is unable to reunify.

However, there is another cooperative effort,
A last stand, self-organized endeavor,
This vigilante group battles cultist detestables
They call themselves The Solar Sentinels.

Bound by a principled, passionate collaboration,
The Solar Sentinels defend all people and nations,
Engineers and military minds come together
To ensure our survival and prosper, whatsoever.

Now, one existential question remains:
Will humanity break free of its chains,
Awaken, realize that we are all one,
Disregard old orders and save our suns?

In The Universe's Palm Lays A Rose,
With An Inviting Door Closed,
Black On White,
Dark To Light,
Words Slipped Through The Fence,
Penetrating Resistance,
Like A Grape Vine,
Forces Lost And New Ones Combined,
An Eagle Holds My Hand Through The Pain,
Warms Me With Wings In The Freezing Rain,
Kisses The Crown Of My Cranium,
Tells Me It'll Be Okay,
His Words Verbatim,
Then Flies Away,
Forges A Path Leading Me Past The Flames,
A Silly Game Played,
Millions Of Mirrors Showing My Reflection,
Oh The Curse Of Visual Preception,
Green Eyes A Watery Mess,
The Labored Heaving Of My Chest,
My Soul Speeding Past Life's Stop Sign,
My Heart Broken But Rebind,
Maybe The Meaning Of Life Would Be Clearer,
If My Vision Was Not Blurred With Endless Tears,
Red Nails Aren't Even Painted,
My Meals Poisioned And Tainted,
Smiling To Myself,
Everyone Jarred And Set On The Top Shelf,
My Gardian Eagle,
Sits By Me So Regal,
My Celestial Hero,
Blocking Every Arrow,
Which Try's To Knock Those Shelves Down,
Who Try's To Make Me Frown,
He Will Never Let Me,
Lose My Crown

My Forehead On Fire,
Fate Destroying Pieces Of The Puzzle,
Fiddling With A Broken Heart,
Shhh Don't Speak You Slithering Serpent,
I Found You Already,
Feeding On My Misery,
You Cowardly Caressed My Courage,
Picking It Up You Ripped It,
Trying Rebind It,
You Dropped My Dusty Glass Of Dreams,
Trying To Sweep Up The Mess,
You Knocked Over My Knowledge,
Which Was Kindle To Your Open Flame,
Of Dwindling Depression,
Whenever I Try To Make Things Right,
You Have To Sprinkle A Little Wrong Onto Our Cake Of Caring,
And Now I Feel Like You Don't Care About Who Or What I Am....
I Am An Enigma To You,
But Instead Of Trying To Understand You Criticize,
You Chase Away The Creativity,
You Indulge In The Pain Of Uncertainty,
Sometimes I Feel You Carefree Hands Ripping At My Well Being,
And I Always Ask Myself,
Why Do I Still Love You When Sometimes You Make Me Miserable...

The daydream-y miss gazes out the
watchtower of enchantment,
heart atrophied,
neck bound in a Gordian Knot,
riding nautical swells of
fear and love that
ebb and flow in
cursed duality

Calling to the cavalry trouper in
subdued hysterics
who, in an oceanic barrel surge,
will sever her lasso collar and
rebind their anchor hearts in
blood knots,
ascending the ranks, he will earn the
highest standing stripes of
Strength, Honour, and Equanimity

I haven't wrote a poem
since I could inscribe your name
inside of the stone cold outline of my cerebellum.
My movements are etched inside these lines,
but it seems you write too much in cursive
which consists of you
interweaving your thoughts around mine.
I believe these movements are meek-
that these hands can only write for so long
before they feel as if they have said too much.
Or too much of the same thing-
I cannot wrap this head around your literature
how you walk and the way you switch pages in an instant-
I didn't even get to read you.
But this comprehension is merely subjective
when it comes to your eyes under these sheets
and these hands all over your brain
trying to rack it of what is left of us.
You speak in tongues
and run in and out of me-
but somehow I still can't hear you.
Just a soft faint whisper
behind these outlines and inside of these four walls.
You encompass me
but it seems you still haven't a clue where you're going.
Time and time again
I try to rewind these words
and read another page of your insides
only to have it ripped away from these fingers.
Now all you do is collect dust
building up these leftover skin cells
because you would rather shed yourself thin
than open up.

I haven't written a poem such as this-
since your words ripped me in two
and I had to rebind this spine of mine.
Seems I am a renewed version of myself
and still a used copy all in the same two hands.
There isn't a page missing here
but somehow they are all defiled and bent
backwards they seem, lacking uniformity
just read me-
because I need you to see me
because I need you to let me see you.

Chance is a flippant mistress

Yet, she has blessed me with vision

Eyes to rebind the seams

Of two souls victim to division

I see her coming through the fog

With lips that could speak words past the grave

I see her march to the rhythms

Of the winds, the earth, and the waves

when we first met you had little to say
the evening hadn't quite captured you
the moment hadn't quite managed to
keep you engaged but

i noticed within the brambles that surrounded you
something truly astounding to
behold

are you in there? it's still me
i've come unglued, can you rebind me
never seen anything damaged like this before,
is it beyond all repair?

when do we move from

the words to the kissing to the ******* to the i won't call you til you call me to the
i wanna see you again i never wanna ******* see your face again please let me come home
do we drive into the sunset or mire into mediocrity's grip

where do we hail from

the sky open above us as the waves crash around us and the stars shine as if just for us
and the city lights bright as you say sweet goodnights -

when we first met you faded into the ether
a silent observer of situation
pretense of hesitation you

sort of caught me up in the thicket of thorns
tripped over words as you caught my eye
never knew before that

an amalgam of all that's been
would sweep me from my feet again

but the past i cannot relive and the hurt i will not forgive

when do we remove ourselves from equations that equal altercations
and when do we dub ourselves dead - is it before we dissolve into
she
or
i
or
we're over
because

when do we know it's

over

where do we run to

the arms of the ones that used to hold us? no way in the world could i
ever go back in time to say backwards goodbyes and it'd be a crime to
lock eyes with the one i used to

say goodbye
say it now or hold your peace

is there anything else in here besides
broken doors and smashed up screens and
windows that no longer see it fit to open and
is there anyone in here besides
me cut by all that remains from love loved in vain

do you remember?

it all floods back in the end,
like a cliche montage of things that flash before your eyes
a spiral down the drain of love and lies and truths and
when i die -

it won't be now
it won't be today
it may never be if i had my way:

if only i hadn't pushed you away

Your eyes robbed the calm of my heart,
Cruel yet serene, the window of my heart.
Don’t rebind the heart of my soul;
Drunken gazes cruelly steal the peace of the whole.

Oh moon, hide the beauty of those gazes,
For the yearning of bliss still lingers near.
The depth of the mirror remains a mystery untold,
A secret locked within, never to unfold.

Ah, the radiance of those gazes—repentance, repentance!
Your eyes are arrows, disloyal and relentless.