What I want to know from you, 
With a Bastardly smirk, 
Is how come you get to write poetry, 
While you are at work?                                                     

Cheers from the Land of Oz

what good am I
if I can’t fight and die
as the champion
of light
without sword
without shield
bared handed
on my knees
praying in the dirt
shifting armor
falling from my limbs
clanking against
itself in the piles
around my legs
useless on my arms
useless on the ground
wasted either way
as leather rots away
my hands buried in the mud
sleepless to the touch
earth swallows me with dust
breaks me with her lust
as I glance up through the rain
see the gift of beauty
distorted through the raindrops
falling through my eyelashes
dripping in my eyes
clouding my vision
as they wipe away
the muddy entrails
of yesterday
staining my cheeks
with blood-black streaks
and visions of clashing blades
nestling my lungs
testing my faith
as I seek wisdom
twisted straight
the sword, the blade
the riddle made
whispered words
hammer bitten
steel fades
with time
as does all rhyme
the words wisping
softly wind-borne
carried away
the only rhyme
I’ve ever known
I will not let die
cold and alone
I’ll take with me
where-ever I may
I look up to the riddle
driven deep into the earth
my eyes begging forgiveness
forsaken in my worthless
memory, I pick up the blade
lay down the blade
and gaze upon the pretty face
emblazened on the hilt
an angel, wings aloft
carrying my life
my heart my soul
in her blessed hands
and still I search
for you amidst
invisible walls
and broken memories
simple things I cannot
see, but feel them repel
me every day
wandering the seemingly
endless maze
waiting patiently
to free your heart
and bask in your
radiant gaze

Havok

 backwards
in circles
a circle squared
twisted, paired
lifted from the ground
a different texture
in only sound,
a shifted gear
the difference hear
the playing song
is only here
and tasted by
the dark on this side
of the moon
if only in cartoons,
and cereal spoons
fly around my head
in the emptiness
of this room,
I look a little
to one side,
taste the darkness
spit it out
and look for some
thing better
than black butter
and the letter opener
is found,
sparkling
on the ground,
the floor, while
appliances talk
and talk with
a voiceless
electric hum
and I listen
for a topic
but none ever comes
they drone away
lifelessly alive
listing endless
cycles of shatterproof
demise,
or perhaps ticketed
episodes of triviality
summarized,
and still I sit
and listen to them hum
listen listen listen
and wait for them
to provide definition,
then my ears pick out
a new sound
echoing somewhere
between
the ceiling and
my ear
a quiet, empty one
that whistles
come near
come here
come near and hear
and listen to us
as we whisper
the electric hum
that makes us run
that makes us run
and makes you run
and makes you run
‘cause we don’t taste
anything but fun
anything, anyone
but fun is what is done
for future lies
and fortune dies
and effort flies
with simple wings
of flightless eyes
and brightly tethered
people who
cannabilize
their own emotions.
Or perhaps it is I.

Iggy had other troubles though
He'd woken up in Amish Land
With a hat on his head
And pitchfork in his hand.
Amish was kind of confused, too
He felt like two evil overlords stead of one
But shrugged his half of their shoulders
And decided this might be fun.
Yeah, AmishIggy stomped throughout the village
Destroy all good things in sight,
Err, I mean, they were a paragon of virtue,
Yeah....that sounds right.
However, a problem appeared when they started
To talk to their self for awhile
They found they started to argue with themself
About the carrying through of the PLA--
Plan? What plan? There is no plan. Forget i ever said anything.

;)
*HUGS*

I sit here pondering vacuously,
Ten month old asleep at my feet,
Her angelic face is one of innocence,
Her manner is so sweet.
So, I thought I'd advise you all,
I'm in a fatherly mood,
On what you really should feed children,
Displaying their favoured food.
There are five food groups for babies,
But not the ones you're taught,
What's better is that they are free,
they don't need to be bought.
the first food group is merely lint,
They find it on the floor,
They scour all over the carpet,
Then come back for more.
The second food group is insects,
Any sort of bug,
Beetles, flies or cockroaches,
They swallow them with a shrug.
The third group is leftovers,
Anything that is dropped,
They find these mouldy morsels on the floor,
My God! They can't be stopped!
The fourth group is any paper,
But don't let your mind bend,
It is high in fibre and low in fat,
And comes out the other end.
The fifth group is your pet,
It doesn't matter what,
they'll bite your little Tweetie Bird,
Your Moggy or your Spot.
So, in short, have children,
Your spirit should be freed,
They are great to have around,
An oh, so cheap to feed.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz        

Ancient now am I
Five thousand generations
Of evil blood stain my hands
Yet I am not the richer
For having spilled it,
I kneel in this field
A broken warrior
His quest complete,
His sword broken
His shield shattered
His armor stripped away,
He who does but kneel
Whiling time away
But willing time to stay,
He’s lost without a sword
Lost without his quest
He wonders why he ever
Took the mantle of the best
Raises eye to heavens
Begging answers fall like rain
But only rain falls
A hot, burning rain
One that won’t wash away the pain
Only leaving more streaks and stains
Burning rivulets down his skin
Tracing paths from thoughts begin
To thoughts that never end
But thoughts can’t continue
Without stars shining in his eyes
And my star you were
I’d name you Heavenly Demise.

Save me from myself.

I saw myself today...
I don't look right,
Displaced...
I am a shell on a beach shore...
The tide hasn't come,
To take me back,
Because I don't belong here...
I get dark,
And my soul lights on fire...
Friends turn to faceless enemies,
And the screaming,
That I yell,
Becomes haggared and I scream again...
Till I hurt and can breathe no more...
I am shady and quiet,
And loud and empty of light...

Where is this peace I hear of?
Where is my tranquility dammit?
Where is my real life,
Because I know I don't deserve this...

Someone save me from myself.

Please?