Poetry

I wrote poetry alot back when i was in high-school and Jr. High. Here are some of my old poems:

Hells Hidden Trough

Evil shall be made by truths protector
And evil will rise in form of gem
When the judge becomes more guilty
Then those he may perhaps condemn

And fate has now set his course deep
That power shall change mans own will
And no justice is expected
For the poor souls placed in the sill

So seek no justice from power
For twas gained at morals price
And those with power find themselves
A part of evils very own device

And there is little one can hope for
As now the trap has been set off
And the latter that shall lead to power
Is also hells very well hidden trough



Life’s Candle


A candle amid the darkness,
A flame burning till its end:
Life crawls as fire sputters,
A fire many wish to comprehend.

And slowly wax gives way
Being spent but not yet lost.
Sometimes it finds a foothold,
Coating the future like a frost.

And that flame shall ever burn
So long as time is left to melt,
And frost can be relived with fury
Or it can pass by, hardly felt.

But don’t think old wax is lost
For it’s waiting to be rerun,
And it shall ever coat
The future, not yet done.





Is that you, or them?

Each day you dress up, you’re running away.
Put on that fake smile. Laugh at all those jokes.
Just keep yourself busy. Or come the day
It should dawn upon you; your life’s a hoax.

And when you put on that work uniform
Remember it’s not actually you.
And remember when you obey orders
That its not what you really want to do.

So don’t let them plant for you the seeds of
You’re worth. Or else it is not truly pure.
And what we see isn’t the hand but the glove
That society places on and calls the cure.

So do not let them alter your mind
Or inside you it’s not you, you will find






Existence, in a poem.


I put forth my claims for all to see.
I challenge the basis of cultures old and new.
I insult everyone’s view of what it means to be.
I condemn the principles behind actions trillions do.

Do you believe god was created?
Either you do, or you believe he always existed.
Now the yes or no answer shall be debated.
My views shall be persisted.

Assume the answer is yes: and god was always here.
Then why could we not have always existed?
This makes just as much sense, and it is just as clear.
I’m sure that, to my views, you have still resisted

So now, lets assume that the answer to the question in no.
And you think he was created: you, a man of knowledge.
And he is the almighty: he is everything, this you know.
So that in mind, he must have been created from nothing.
If this is your answer then there is something I must show.

Does it not almost seem like child play:
to assume god was created from nothing, and then god created the universe?
When the universe was created from nothing, is what many say.

I must argue that this extra step in the creation of life
seems almost crude, and utter fantasy.
I believe it is fictitious and born from strife,
and is foolishly how many base there life.

Referring to my past question:
whether you answered yes or no,
there are counter points more reliable and proven
with facts and points I did easily show.

Now, for me to make my case more solid.
A history of religion is due.
Though that, in itself, is both laughable and horrid.
I shall, none the less, explain it to you.

Man, out of instinct, must know everything.
When he comes upon a question he cannot answer,
like an unaided musician, he will make his own words to sing.
He will base his life upon them, he will move his limbs to the music like a dancer.
Comfort and support this will bring.
And then: others will see this manmade incorrect answer.
Not knowing as well: they will be swayed with ease.
They, not knowing that this was said without any candor,
will assume it as reliable as a breeze.

And then every once and a while,
someone will come along.
Acting both frank and guile,
He will attract friends both weak and strong.

He will challenge the answer the older man set forth.
Some will follow him and others will not.
And then from this point henceforth
Wars, arguments, and bitter struggles will be plot

Then this shall be repeated for infinity.
sometimes more than once at the same time.
Always everyone claiming divinity.
And always, every time, a horrid crime.

So religion is both negative on society,
as well as a silly folly and counterfeit of the truth.
I ask you all to act in propriety,
and in this world of modern philosophy be very sleuth.









History is Hate

A pity it is to think on
The blood lost for naught
A pity it is to think on
Wars been, and being fought

Protect those few with a father
Do not expose the blood
Protect those few still in tact
Do not turn water into mud

never expose the innocents
To the hate of our history
For then they will not be innocent
And peace will never be






Peace


Where is the man
Who has a one sided coin
Where is the soul
Who never pays the toll

When will you awaken
When will you learn
Don’t run form death in fear
For the pain lies here

In those hungry eyes of the starving
In the mind of the betrayed
In the ego of the aggressor
Life, death, which is lesser

I tell you there is no light
There is no heavenly hall
No feast upon arrival
Neither death nor survival

So don’t run from death
Don’t prolong the wait
But don’t get to specific
For it’s neither evil nor terrific

It’s peace..






Just Beyond That Shed

Just around that shed
Lies a land I shall claim
And I shall be the first to tread
The lands that will earn me fame

And beyond, in a distant cave
Lies a beast of infamous fear
And lies a people I will save
When the beast shall disappear

And farther then lies a man of hate
Who murders people for fun
But his time will soon abate
For at my hands he shall be done

And farther then where there’s sand
Lie pirates who shall put me to sea
To take me to yonder land
Indeed pirates await me!

But now I’m older bigger and stronger
And I know there’s no pirates on the sea
But how the day grows longer
Now that no pirates await me







The Maximum of the Mind

“why” is the greatest point in understanding
Eight lines when immersed in thought
And even though the motion of seeking finds no answer
It grasps a locked door and “why” is wrought

Can something be born from nothing
It’s a theory few heed
How could there be nothing, more, how could there be something
Without soil, and born from no seed

Perhaps a seed is not needed
And god supplies what we are
But then were was god himself seeded
Eight lines, not very far

And now open gaping arms clash with wood
And slowly search and find cold metal
But it will not turn and in reality never could
And “why” has yet to settle






On my knees I lay before the world
Scouring for an omen with every sense
To allow my road to be unfurled
So I need not ponder this point hence

I need to be pointed on my way
For I can not choose on my own
For I see lives ruined in a day
And one road leaves the other unknown

I don’t want to lunge one way into
life, when I cannot turn around
So I sit here with all my roads in view
I might be heading wrong, I wish not be bound

And that is why I sit in wait of an omen
So I know to which is right
A door into the answers den
Just a chance to see truths light







Truth against Proof

Do not hold stead fast to a truth
For it may obscure a change
For everything has some proof
And truths can rearrange

So do not hold fast to one cause
For it may obscure another
And do not hold fast to one life
For one can change to the other

And when another proof shall rise
Do not cast it away
For proof can change truth to lies
But only if there’s a mind, to prey

Let the words of all proof
Linger in your head
Until one proof emerges as truth
And weighs you, to cause: like lead