Echo

What do you see when you look at me ?
A General of Armies ?
A spy ?
A sorcerer with the gift of prophecy ?
A simple person,
Yourself ?

Everything is but an echo of another,
I have been all of these things,
Perhaps not in fact,
Not in reality,
But an illusion is enough,
An Echo,
A fraction of reality,

What we are,
Is what we are around,
Tap a wall,
Hear it reverberate,
That sound changes everything,
You,
Me,

Everything is cause and effect,
Every cause an effect of something else,
Everything an echo of another,
Like ripples in a pond,
An echo is circular,
It begins with it's end,
It ends with it's beginning,

Some may ask why I prefer to move second in chess,
Why I want to know what others would chose,
But I understand something,
Within my self is the echo of others,
What they are,
In part,
I become,

This is true of all things,
That which one begins,
All must complete,
In one form or another

Where Lerk Has Gone

He has been wooed by the siren's song,
He simply had to go,
For the alluring call can't be resisted,
Of the mighty Diablo.
Lerk is a righteous kinda bloke,
He likes to battle for right,
The thought of all those demons loose,
Stokes his urge to fight.
So, through the dungeons he crawls,
Many scalps he gets,
Laying waste to Diablo proper,
And his misshapen pets.
I also hear quite indirectly,
That he's been quite ill,
And his courageous dungeon exploration,
Is done at a force of will.
However, whether it be the tempting Diablo,
Or the fact he's sick,
I vote that we soon educate him,
With The Pointy Stick!                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz

550 Miles

Gonna lay down my love
Gonna use it to cross
The 550 miles
Between us

And if the water is deep
I'll build a bridge of my heart
Take the short route around
To get a head start

Gonna lay down my love
Gonna use it to cross
The 550 miles
Between us

And it isn't too far
With love leadin' the way
I'll just follow my heart
And I'll get there some day

Gonna lay down my love
Gonna use it to cross
The 550 miles
Between us

Gonna lay down my love
Gonna use it to cross
The 550 miles
Between us

To Know

I can't seem to find a way
To tell you all the things I can?t say
A burden I feel they may seem
A burden I never wish to be
Words fail in what I would say
The things my pen cannot convey
I'm afraid to trouble you
I just don't know what to do
I know what my heart says
But I feel my mind has lost its way
I feel so confused
I just don't know what to do

The Tale of the Unwashed Prom

Thought we could use a bit of gaiety today...here it is.
The Tale of the Unwashed Prom
Buffy wore a pink dress; Red of course wore red
Doomsie thought about yellow, but went with black instead
Thanatos, he was dashing, in matching scythe and cape
Toe wore something that looked an awful lot like an ancient kitchen drape
Doom and Owl were djs, they did a smashing job
Though their policy of ‘No Disco’ fair upsetted Bob.
BC sat by the punch bowl, lecturing passing villagers all night long
About how this younger generation was simply strange and wrong
They paid little mind to him, didn’t take his words to heart
For everyone knows that BC is the Fartiest Old Fart
Lerk was there with Jill and little baby Grok
Who looked quite debonair in his miniature prom frock
Ymir came with Charlie, with SEH in tow
And when asked about the coming arrival, their faces went all aglow
Everyone danced with Buffy, to make up for missing her dance
Her prom she would not go to, by an awful turn of chance
However, she had a fine night, as did all the Estrogen Brigade
They danced and danced with all the males while Doomsie’s Rio List played
At the end, though, someone decided it was time for something fun and hokey
Kaneda got up and grabbed Owl’s mike and shouted ‘It’s Karaoke!’
Toe got up first to sing a few;
She was first kicked off the stage, with an ale can and a Boo!
Next Hatchetman got up to wail, drunk and in a muddle
His set ended quickly with him landing in a vomitous puddle
Now Amish and Iggy got up to give a song a whirl
And in the process got booted, for trying to take over the world
The Karaoke ended when the Poetry Bastards got up
And said to themselves, hey, enough bad singing is enough!
To prompt us to get on the stage, and give it a go!
All throughout the UV prom, a hush did suddenly go
The Bastards took the stage, and recited poem and song
It was only just a shame that they took so damn long
‘We couldn’t remember the words, or was it the tune?”
By the time that they got started, it was closing in on June!
But the prom was quite a sucess, the whole UV did yell
And even though the we never heard BlueCross sing, it was probably just as well.

i want to make a poem
but all the words are used
no chance to be original
with my low-rent muse

i strive always for perfection
on this simple way of verse
managing on simple kilobytes
what i cannot do on earth

i will not use the proper
punctionation schemes
neihter will i draw habit on
our capitalisation meme

all the same i want to do
what few of us have done
i want to make a single poem
once, upon this time.

it will be as lenghty
as beautiful as dull
as horrendously malignant
like some steelworkers toil

it will be about a feeling
a great collection of them all
and it will show you
what it means to be alone

all the words i have are broken
all the thoughts i think are used
all the memories ive spoken
are not meant to be confused

but i disgress
and i linger on
trying to accomplish
what none of us has done
Now. Eradicate. Dismember.
All attention here, and forward.
Im pointing towords the simple line ahead

---> Alone. A single thought strikes resemblance in the banks of your brain.
It touches every part of life. Damping it, removing you, inch by inch. And all thats left if you. Tired, waiting. Longing.
Forever.

...

Never.

And there it is.
Word by word what you thought and what it is.
With nothing leftt to understand
I leave this on our grave.

*snap*
And all my words are broken.
You are free once more. 

Haiku

I don't get haikus
The syllables are too weird
And the words don't rhyme