Day 117

Defeatist in the street

Strolling through the yard

Birds chirping in the trees

As sun flies by over head.

Days to days which pass

Nothing which flies by has

Any meaning at all.

Conviction to strangers

Is the conviction of all

To strangers wander in sight.

Day 116

Crashing calmness upon a rocky cliff

A fiery fate of trees sit upon your head.

{A trapeze in the sand

Knowing where the sun sets

But never where to rise}

The flower sitting by the tree

Blooming into the spring

For the next day to come

Living the simple life

Thoughtless; a slave to all but it self.

{A shame in the world when the sun rises

The days of their youth are fading

The curtains closing on a time once forgotten}

And it feels a calmness crash upon itself

Choke itself:

{A gripping fear as darkness becomes darker

Roots which once drank grip tight

Leaves fall for themselves as a freeze grips down}

The white of the Earth

Blanketing the land in a heat less wonder

Freezing what exists beneath

And allowing those above

A sense of peace and joy.

{ And then the warm came

The darkness fades as the heat comes

And the flowers bloom once again}.

Day 115

Crashing sounds of despair

Filling the air in the wise ears

Of 20 wise men who can feel nothing

They stand idly by as a man

A man is made friendly to rocks and waves.

(Why, o why must this befall?

A lost to my life;

A death to my soul;

The corruption of the minds).

The king walks on by

The storm flowing in his hair

Red with blood with eyes of fire

Staring intently at the boy

Who's family and friends

He has perished.

(What will be said?

Am I next?

Would that be so bad?)

The King [in his amazing glory]

Turns and walks away

Feeling no trouble

In the casual events of the day.

[Another trouble maker down

Another day made safe for my throne.

That boy would now be foolish to do something

After seeing what I have done!]

(Why not me to? Why am I forsaken?

What have I done to myself to deserve this!?

He marches away slowly but the water is rough

If only life wasn't truly so needed now!

But alas I must avenge the litterbugs to this-

This so called Wise and Great King.

Some King; he sees no truth!

Disgust! Evil! Madness!

We must be saved!)

The wind of the storm

Pushed the boy gently

It took years of travel

But one day he came upon

A temple of battle

Where he enrolled

And was taught the art of the fight.

(I am here to win.

I am here to win.

I AM HERE TO WIN!)

A hard year past

Followed by another

And yet another.

Then three moons past

And two wars came and went.

The boy was now

A hardened veteran of life

Ready to take action.

And so the time came for him

And he took his leave and returned to the war stricken land

His home awaited as did the now elderly king.

At night he hid within the walls

With about 20 men when the king walked out

And made an eloquent speech.

[The river is blue today.

Today this river is blue.

Tomorrow it shall be blue

But yesterday it was red.

I soiled what I once loved

In the hypocritical throes of life

I tossed my soul

And broke the minds of hundreds.

What monster am I?

I remember it like yesterday-

For it seems to be but yesterday-

I gained some power

And then I lost my mind!

From but the simplest criminal

To my own family

I threw them away like toys

That once belonged to a grown up child.

And now I stand on top

I am not the one beneath the river

Or the one that is shark bait.

I have won.

Yet it is empty,

This winning is empty.

I know you are hiding there

And I know my due.

I have one request before my due is given.

I want you to understand what I have done.

And why I have done it.

I want you to never do the same.

The monster I was-

The monster I am even!

Shall out do all great deeds I have ever done.

I accept my due but I want you to understand,

To forgive and know why this has taken place.

Is this fair?]

(No this is very unfair.

My friends are the ones lying beneath

That nice blue river

As does my family.

I have lived in exile for so long

I have fought many wars and-out of necessitation-

I have killed many.

You are no different.

Your crimes did nothing to help any of us.

You may have won temporarily

But you deserve no mercy.

Yes I understand what power does to a man-

I have seen it many times in my life-

And succumbing to it is a terrible thing

I've been forced to fall people due to that corruption

And I have no problem making you the third.

So yes I understand what you say and will abide by it

I shall not give in to the love of power.

What I will do is give you your due.)

And then he stepped out from behind the spot

His men in tow as they stared down the king.

The elderly king looked him in the eye with a soulful stare

No longer full of flames however he noticed the boy's eyes

He was the boy from many years ago

On that dark stormy night

When the sea was upset by the storm.

The king was once the storm

However on this calm, moon fulled, starry night the old storm

Faced the worst storm possible: the calm storm.

The king and boy had traded places

But with different focuses.

The elderly king could only hope for the best outcome

For both he and his old nemesis as the elderly king

Stretched his arms as he felt the sensation of three bullets

Enter into his chest and as he landed the waves

Did make friendly with his flesh and blood.

He who once fed the sharks was now their food.

And the boy's men felt nothing but the boy felt and odd satisfaction;

A wave of power rushing over him as he knew this land was his.

Upon hearing the shot the old queen inside knew what had happened

She waited until the invaders were gone

And went to her husband's body

Which was washed ashore.

She unleashed a barbaric scream which sounded through the heavens

It was however such an un heavenly scream that not even the worst demon

Or beezlebub down below could understand her lament:

{We have unleashed a chain of evil

And we have payed our dues

Our heavy dues and heavy fees

Now given to those we once laid waste to!

And I too have a due to pay

For in life have I done my share of evil

And destruction has not passed me by.

Death is perhaps our only gift now

Our due is our life

For we have robbed so many.

And we will even continue robbing in death!

Alas we are the ultimate thieves!

Martyrs! What a silly idea!

But that is what we shall become for that is violence

Something which shall always beget itself!

Are we at fault for falling into its brutal circle?

Purely and solely! We are the true evil present here!

No wise man fore so this for they knew not wisdom

They knew money! Maybe had we not listened to the money

No that shall solve nothing for we fell in the circle

And now are dues are necessitated. Our due shall be paid!

If only this circle could be broken

And not self maintaining.

But the clock strikes midnight

My time is done.}

The queen then walked in the opposite direction of the invaders

Who marched calmly to report to the people that they were free.

The last thing she saw before she disappeared was her flag being lowered

The revolution's flag was slowly raised amongst much cheers

She then wished them luck beneath her breath in breaking the cycle

Before disappearing into the forest and seeing nothing any longer.

Day 114

The shadowy ghost

Sitting as the lights burst

The eery reflection

Bouncing on the water.

A control tower

Blazing in passion

To gain control

Launching its load

As the sky bursts

In hundreds of colors:

A sun where there is no sun

Lighting the shoreline

Then fading as if the day

Has come to the night

And as if night has died day has awoken again.

A vicious cycle

Of fire and night

Day and darkness

Living and dying and beating

Against the soundless ripples

Which creep along

To the shadowy shore.

Day 113

The air to which

I applaud thee.

To compare you to

A midsummer's day

Would be but an insult!

The passion to which you live

Is worthy to the applause

Of which life sits upon

A crystal throne.

To the air

Which I applaud thee

Carpe Diem.

Day 112

A string being cut

In the door of faken light

A vacant house on the corner

Ready for demolition.

The air around it:

Choking, conniving, crabby!

The truth on form

The relations on done.

The captain on the corner

Letting out a mangled laugh

Through rotten teeth

Does the sea give forth its relief!

Oh poor sea!

I'd sooner see darkness

Then have your spokesman

As my own!

He and his house

Are but the elephant in all rooms

Avoiding the address one by one

While they eat your chips!

What great misery the bring!

The ruin of parties!

How'd I'd rather see darkness!

Day 111

There are no losers

Sitting on the back of this bus

There are no losers

Waiting for the door to open.

Key is behind you

The dreams of tomorrow in front of you

Nothing remains

Nothing.