Suessishingly

In your house and mine,
It's two after nine,
And wonders await our awakening.

Pure white oases in great porcelain bowls.
And circular loops with doughnut shaped holes.

Yellow and green ones,
Crushed and obscene ones,
Deliciousness for our mouth's taking.

I quiver, and gasp, and wince as I eat.
I shiver, and rasp, with chills to my feet.

Indescribily, crunchingly, yummy.
A party inside of my tummy.
These wonders have left my bones shaking.

Sift Through the Sands

It flows,
Breathing harshly,
Forcing this cold despair,
Upon those who do not revolt,
Fight this,

Sleep,
Foggy, endless,
Dreaming, seeing, yet disbelieving,
Holding no candle to sorrow,
Forever.

Dreamed Awakening

The blade is dull.
The hilt disfair.
The shimmers of gold,
Now emptily bare.

The grass is all dead.
The muck thickly creeps.
And all is surrounded,
By lifetimes of deep.

The rotted trees loom.
Their life long since strangled.
The world that they've known,
Is deathly entangled.

The sword still slips sinking.
Its blade does not gleam.
It falls deeper down,
In an unending dream.

Interphased

To see their face,
Collective binded,
Altogether blinded,
Gone without a trace.

To see their lies,
Collectively taken,
Altogether shaken,
Gone without reprise.

To see their fate,
Collectively gathered,
Altogether mathered,
Gone without new slate.

Poke'love

Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
You give me sweet resolve.

From Bulbasaur to Celebi,
I must collect them all.

Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
The times we have are grand.

In pallet town or golden rod,
You always take my hand.

Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
I love you to this day.

We'll own those noobish trainers,
In all good fun and play.

Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
Id rather you be here,

So I can maybe grin and laugh,
And shed a loving tear.

Reap

Fear me not my precious child,
All will be well in the mist and the wild,
It's not your life I've come to take.

I stand before you tall and vile,
But no harm do I pose,
So fear me not my precious child.

I see you tremble, cry, and shake,
But I will be gone before long,
It's not your life I've come to take.

You writhe and squirm beneath my smile,
With tears bearing innocence - please,
Fear me not my precious child.

You, still pure, may make mistakes,
But you still have long to go,
It's not your life I've come to take,

Bells will toll and hills will rise,
Speechless you are, distraught your soul cries,
Fear me not my precious child,
It's not your life I've come to take.

War

This is war,
War it is,
It's filled with pain,
It's filled with sin,

It feels no fault,
It holds no doubt,
No one single man,
Will ever get out,

Ride the hope,
Fight the despair,
Lift up your hand,
And feel whats not there...