Random Acts Of Poetry.

Water,fire, sky, salvation,
Humanity, lost, searching,
Light, dark, struggle,
Costly, futility, loss.

Random Acts Of Poetry.

Smoke on the water,
Fire in the sky,
Salvation of us all,
To live or to die,

Humanity is lost,
Searching for a home,
Fighting all the odds,
To no longer roam,

The people of the light,
Fight against the dark,
A struggle to survive,
Or to be torn apart,

A costly war it wages,
The futility of it all,
The losses are so great,
The gains so very small,

The victory so small once won,
It makes you feel so hollow,
To face the future now,
You see a bleak tomorrow,

But face it all we must,
And start again we will,
To follow the makers plan,
We've such big shoes to fill.

Written in 10minutes at 23:05pm on the 23/08/2009. Started with the random words at the top and went from there. LOL. Theme inspired by the story of Battlestar Galactica as I recently finished watching the whole series.

Home.

Home isn't a place,
Home is a feeling,
The people you live with,
Not four walls and a ceiling,

Home is where the heart is,
That's what they all say,
The people you live with,
Until your dying day,

Remember that the next time,
You feel yourself crying,
Lost and alone,
Feel just like dying,

That home aint a place,
With four walls and a ceiling,
Home's in your heart,
An immortal feeling.

Written at 06:04am 23/08/2009 in 5 minutes. Just something I thought up watching Battlestar Galactica and having just blown 0.08 on my personal breatholyser. LOL :-)


Pathos.

My Soul.

My soul is not heavy,
My soul is light,
My soul is glorious,
Burning so bright,

It lights up the darkness,
Between heaven and hell,
It warms those around me,
In their hearts I dwell,

Till the day that my life ends,
And my soul goes it's way,
Will you still feel me here,
Or will your love for me fade,

Till the day you too die,
And our souls meet again,
To spend eternity as one,
Knowing there is no end.

Written in 10 minutes, while watching Battlestar Galactica on the 22/08/2009.

Pathos.

A Question of Necessity.

Mayor I wanna ask a question,
Is it so bad for people to smoke pot,
To help the pain that they are facing,
From the cancer that they've got,

Is it so bad for them to grow,
A few plants in their backyard,
You could just give them permission,
Is it really so goddamn hard?


Short one I wrote cause I like the word play with the word Mayor at the start. Just came to me while in the lift at the Mersey Hospital Latrobe.

I don't think everyone should be able to use marijuana, but if your dying of cancer, and normal medicines can barely control the pain, I say let them use marijuana instead. It's much better at reducing the sensation of pain, because the THC (Tetra Hydra Cannibinol) blocks the pain receptors directly. Surely if your dying of cancer the least our governments can do for us, is help block the pain however we see fit. It is our body after all. As far as I know I don't have cancer. I wrote this for those who do.

Written in 5 minutes at 02:49am 16/08/2009.

Pathos.

Chaos

Chaos, the thoughts of self destruction,
Who will be your enemy,
Who will be your friend,
What will be there waiting,
If you reach the end,

Insecure, out of touch with your reality,
What will become of this world,
Where will it all go,
What does the future hold,
Does anybody really know,

Is there any way to save us,
Does anyone even care,
Are we really worth the effort,
Do we deserve to be here,

Has the human race been run and lost,
Is it time for us to die?
And if we do, till we're all gone,
Will anyone else even cry?

The human race is lost,
Not only in the vastness of space,
We're lost because of what we do,
A sentient disgrace.

Written to see what would come out from the word chaos. Written in 10 minutes at 4:06am on the 10/08/2009.

To Really Live

To have lived,
To have really lived,
Is a hard thing to do,

You must live life to the max,
Not take peoples crap,
And to yourself always be true,

It's not an easy thing to do,
Knowing it could end at any moment,
But the decision it is yours,

So live your life to the max,
Or live to your own level,
There's no-one keeping scores.

Written 00:25am on the 16th/08th/2009.
Just a thought I had in my head. Turned out ok.

Pathos.

Dance with the Devil.

Ever dance with the devil,
In the pale moonlight,
As he comes up from the darkness,
And stands right by your side,

Your swept up by the power,
That exudes as you both dance,
You weren't sure if you should,
But you couldn't take the chance,

So you twirl around together,
And you wonder what's to come,
Will you live forever,
Or will your life be done,

Then the devil whispers to you,
He whispers in your ear,
You strain to listen over the music,
To make sure that you hear,

He tells you that he's on holiday,
That there's no reason to fear,
He isn't here to hurt you,
In this night that is so clear,

But why you ask the devil,
Have you got time for a break,
Don't you have evil deeds to do,
Many souls yet to take,

He laughs aloud so heartily,
It chills you in your bones,
As if the arctic winter,
Was exiting his throat,

I have plenty of time to party,
With humans so beserk,
I don't have to do anything,
You complete all my work,

All on your own you do it,
You kill and strip the land,
Devoid of concience are humans,
The mighty race of man,

So here I am to party,
No work for me to do,
The humans do it by themselves,
Until their time is through,

You gasp as you hear his words,
Under such a starry night,
Then you shrug in agreement,
As you realise that he is right.

The devil doesn't have to work,
He doesn't have to even try,
We do all his work for him,
Until the day we die.

Written in 20minutes at 5:12am on the 26/07/2009.

Added last paragraph on 07/08/2009 at 12:42pm cause it felt like a better ending with the right amount of verses.
Pathos