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Found the G.E.C.K and a genius super mutant named Fawkes
It's the lone wanderer, were their truly any doubts
On his way back, the enclave stun him cold
It's the lone wanderer, they must truly be bold
He wakes up to the face of the man that murdered his father and his dream
The lone wanders promises to severe the head from this fiend
They made a mistake and set him free
He lets off some steam and goes on a killing spree
Hoping to find the fiend, instead he finds a computer
It claimed to be president Eden, the leader of the future
The lone wanderer couldn't believe the stupidity
It gave him the F.E.V virus and claimed it was the best for humanity
The lone wanderer then remembers he found a self-destruct code
He told president Eden he was a whole
Laughing while he activates It's self-destruct mode
Running and gunning to his P.I.P boy radio
Listening to 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' to fit the scenario
Turning Enclave soldiers into mashed potatoes
By the time he escaped the count down hit zero,
The lone wanderer stood in the background looking like a hero
Reunited with the genius super mutant Fawkes
They now have matching toys to take back to the house
Deciding to stick together for a noble cause,
They return to the Citadel after unloading a few hundred shots
The Brother Hood Of Steel commended them and gave them a round of applause
Time now to suit up and release a giant robot
'Now we take back the purifier!', Cried Sarah Lyons
'Take everything you can because only Enclave shall be dying'
The lone wanderer refuses their power armor and instead pulls out his Gatling gun
Him and Fawkes bump guns and are already for some fun
They rush through the gate behind the giant robot shooting a vertibird out of the sky
Running through the carnage seeing Talon mercs pass by
Barging through the front door of Jefferson's memorial
Spraying Enclave soldiers in a effortless tutorial
Beams from vengeance making clean incisions
Rapid is its fire with precise precision
Even if the lone wanderer had no vision
Fawkes and him could easily wipe out colonel Autumn's entire division
Now approaches colonel Autumn's final hour,
Without hesitation the lone wanderer draws his sword with power
Striking colonel Autumn dead and sour
Before his head rolls into the water,
The lone wanderer convinces Fawkes to play a little soccer
Colors in the Dark
When I was younger I’d get scared too easily,
my mother was patience pushing back the monsters in the closet with a simple wave of her hand
as i grew my mother didn’t have enough patience to coat my form; her patience and my size were no longer proportionate.
When I hit 5’1 she looked at me eye to eye an unwanted staring contest with the underlying battle of wills
she said find the beauty in the dark
beauty in the dark
beauty in the dark
I didn’t understand what she wanted but the bags under her eyes weighed my chest down
i nodded but i didn't understand, it was a sort of forced nod where my head and brain moved on two separate courses
night//
i laid in bed staring at vague outlines searching for beauty
beauty in the dark
i only found terror in dark corners
hours fall past me like seconds on a clock
the incessant count down to my doom
hours of searching in dark corners
looking for something that wasn’t there,
looking for beauty in the dark
how do I find something
that isn’t there
desperation lead my eyes to the window
wind had cracked open my blinds
she twisted and pulled them as she danced
her cool crisp breeze beckoned me to look up
and there
I found it
the sky is never black
there is always color
tuesday indigo
wednesday hints of pink
thursday violet
colors in the dark
colors in the dark
show tuesday tree’s desperate aching limbs reaching out to join the elusive wind in her dance of flurries
but tree was rooted
stuck
wednesday wind was free
wind was wild
tree imitated
curling her limbs into shapes you had to squint at to find meaning
wind teased twirling through tree’s gnarled branches
thursday clouds cried for tree their tears dropping and drowning earth
“cloud is free” tree screamed “wind is free”
“my roots run deep my branches reach high but I am not free”
I cried for tree
my eyes unintentionally mimicked cloud
drowning myself
Tuesday//
I run outside to hug tree
I break off a branch and take it inside with me
cradling it like a newborn baby
I vowed to gray monday sky I would take it everywhere with me
with me part of tree would be free
night//
there were no screams of tuesday trees nor laughs of wednesday winds
just beauty
and colors in the dark
I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower.
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud,
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor,
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor.
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too.
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
- Wiko Te Maru
YOU AND I
You say that your bored and need someone to talk to
I say I miss you and dream of us holding hands, me and you.
You say that I miss you too and you want to see me soon
I write my novel, my songs, riffs and poems like "My Swoon"
You play your guitar and claim you can't play very good
I listen and say that joining a band is what you should
You watch the count down for the concert next week
and I bought tickets so I'll be there and we can meet...
THE DAMNED AND DEAD
(musical break)
You dyed your hair the color that makes me weep
You text me in the night when I can't sleep
My couplet talent can't compare
to the smell of you in the air yeah
but I
can't leave
and I
can't sleep
but I
can't leave
You behind
'cause even the dead and the damned
within the life we demand
I can't go on without...
I won't be in the world
this time we go and this time we hurl
Explaining won't do
I can't just say I'm in love with you
Hope is something I had now
even with it I can't just allow
Kisses won't help just cover it up
I'm sorry but this is nothing much
But I
can't leave
and I
can't sleep
but I
can't leave
without my mind
and do you want to be with me
we can travel sea to sea
to Paris and Boston together
have the world to our selfs
I wish this would true
'cause I want to be with you...
HELL WANTS YOU TOO
I can't do it
I can't do it
I can't do it
but I know you can
I'm your biggest fan
don't worry I'm not alone
Because Hell wants you too
But your too great for that place
and you and I laugh in it's face
but you too perfect for heaven
and your to great for hell
God or Satan themself wouldn't have made you up
'cause they must have worked as one together
(musical break)
HOURS AND HOURS
I've been siting here forever
but it's only been hours
It's worth the time
to pull out of my mind
and I Google your name
and It's the same
Facebook, Myspace
I look at your pictures
and feel like a creep
I get enthralled
and I fall
with my free-verse
or my couplet
or my hours and hours
that I sent on poems
but on this last note
I say "if you won the war stand up"
and nobody can keep up
but heut ist mein tag
and that's about it
take you time
and kill your mind
and you can spend
your time with me!
POTD 6th August 2019
The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nurse
Time ~ taunting my resistance
Soft haunting strains of a violin float
sweetly liquid, melodiously unchained
freeing my mind from weariness faced
No barriers ~ it flows ~ unrestrained
My world of music I lived it ~ breathed it
In whispers ~ it spoke to my Soul
bringing with it, adoration and glory
and a passion beyond my control
I glance at the painting on the wall
pondering this feeling of déjà vu
Memories of this glade from before
Triggers mentation I need to pursue
Memories flood ~ a vision in the distance
an Angel dancing in its midst
who had danced with wild abandon
lucent skin the sun had kissed
How I had yearned to dance with her
with that angel who made me sigh
she had come to shine her own pure light
prompting my spirit to fly
But there’s no girl there ~ awry is my mind
And I’m but a frail old man
I must erase thoughts from my life bygone
And prevail however best I can
~ Every great dream starts with the dreamer
who ventures where mortals dare not tread
And laughs with mirth and cares not for
unfinished rhapsodies playing in his head ~
What’s this? I’m suddenly in the glade?
A strong young lad once more
She has come for me, my Angel love
I leap - I twirl - I soar
We dance with wild abandon
We dance without a care
sun kissed skin our arms entwined
Wild flowers everywhere
It seems I’ve left the world behind
And unshackled my attachments of
A hundred birds do sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
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POTD 6th August 2019
one moment at a time
two seconds pass by
three thoughts in my head
four times I click my pen
five minuites drag out
six carpet panels
seven. sounds like heaven
eight, not hungry but thank you
nine, what is the time?
ten musles twitching
eleven beats pulsing in my head
twelve voices haunting me
thirteen the age it started
fouteen days untill I went mad
fifteen people to hold me down
sixteen, my age now
seventeen days of solitary
eighteen years would've been freedom
nineteen seconds changed me
twenty links in the chain holding me together
twenty-one ways to regret life
twenty-two reasons to give up
twenty-three celing squares
twenty- four hours a day,
~Now what can I say,
~so they think I'm okay
~I'll even follow their way.
twenty-five lines on a page
twenty-six doctors rushing around
twenty-seven pills failed
twenty-eight times restrained
twenty-nine days untill I give up.
Thirty seconds untill next shot
~How many have they caught?
~Whats the number of times I've fought?
~When rest is all I've saught.
Thrity-o...o...one more breaths
Thirtyy_Two, shiny lights
tHirty_thr3e, so sleepy
ThIrTy... flower... i mean four
~Can I take much more?
~let me out the door.
~I havent been bad.
~just some fun I had
_Sleep claims my eyes
_doctors scrible on their pads
_dream are welcomed in to haunt me
_I fight the screams
_more notes scribbled
I
loose
the
little
sanity
I
had
left
while
their
needles
never
stop
Count down, they say
I count again.
One more round of pain
Two more people helped
three times the effort
four more tests
five more pills
six new rooms
seven more lies
eight apologies roll out of my lips
nine more reasons to give in to the dark
ten shaky fingers of death wrap around my neck
~I breath in
~ I let it out
~~All of it
~~~All of it
-^--^v---^v----^v-----^v--^v_____________________________
~Freedom at last
i have a friend who wants his life to end. he is no longer happy and can no longer pretend.
he grabs the gun and points to his head. he takes a deep breath and sits down on the bed.
but nothing happened, no more bullets were inside. it didn't work and with relief i sighed.
with his face in his hands he thinks of another way out. his eyes scream with pain, i know what he wants beyond any doubt.
i told him i'll be here no matter what might go wrong. he shouldn't be alone, i have to be strong.
he stands on the side, ready to take his last plunge, but can't seem to gather the strength to jump with a lunge.
my heart is screaming, i can't believe my eyes...i can't let him end it but if i stop him it is i who he will despise.
"thank you for being here," he says to me. "i want you to help me count down from three".
as i closed my eyes, they now being drenched with tears...how can a boy have this many fears?
don't you remember the time we met? he turned to face me, his cheeks both wet.
more memories came out with speed. this was my way to stop him and for him not to succeed.
i have to die..i'm not who you think. his tears were washed away with one big blink.
he faced the world once more and said.."there are lies down there and all in my head".
i promised i wouldn't assist my friend in any way..but i have to do something to make him stay.
before his last foot left for his death, i grabbed his arm before he could lose his last breath.
i drew him closer, he looked so stunned. i told him i couldn't let him take that last plunge.
as his cries grew quiet, i started to suspect. his behavior was off, not what i'd expect.
he handed me a tube with nothing in it that i could see. he whispered, "i'm sorry" and i fell to one knee. how could i fail my one true friend? how could i have missed this in the end?
in my arms he slipped away, and i wondered if he is now happy and no longer felt astray.
my friend is now gone and lays at rest...he starts a new journey and begins his new quest.
i will never forget that sad and lonely guy..for he will always be with me, i love you good-bye.
I’m standing here so nervous, just about to pass out
Terror has it’s grip on me-I’m filled to the brim with doubt
My palms are sweaty and itchy, I’m having trouble holding on,
What in the heck was I thinking, I should’ve just withdrawn;
Now Luck can sense my fear and he’s prancing side to side,
On the outside I might be smiling but my gut is twisting inside;
The judge is getting closer now, should I be on the left or right,
Wracking my brain to remember, no one knows of my plight;
I step around my horse’s nose, he’s finally standing still,
The Judge is looking Luck up and down with terrifying skill;
Things are flashing through my mind, I check them one by one,
Did I clip his ears, Did I paint his hoofs, I refuse to be outdone;
The Judge is almost finished now, he tips his hat to me,
I dip mine back and he moves on-I breathe a sigh of relief;
Now all we have to do is wait for his final judgment call,
I whisper softly to Lucky, “Soon you’ll be back in your stall”;
Waiting now is the hardest part, hoping we did alright,
A top ten would be amazing, if not we gave them a good fight;
A backwoods girl competing in such a prestigious show,
How Luck and me made it this far, I honestly don’t know;
The Judge is handing off his card, the results are about to be read,
My heart is pounding harder now, my body filled with dread;
They start at number 10 then count down to First Place,
10 is called, then 9, then 8-I hang my head in disgrace;
I’m certain now that we didn’t place, my dreams are shattered in two,
I shake my head in disappointment-So much for our debut;
“First Place number 6-6-2 handling Lucky White Star”
I’m sure I didn’t hear him right, A cruel joke by far;
I stand there stunned to silence, then make my way to the gate,
Why on earth did he pick us, My questions will have to wait
I grab the blue and pin it on my Luck Mans haltered head
Truthfully I’d have been happy with Yellow, White, or Red
Shocked and stunned by this happy turn, I show my boy off proud
I was hoping for a top ten but my First place won the crowd!
~For the Top 10 Contest~
Some days...sometimes I just wish
I just wish the dreams I dream
I just wish the dreams that shudder me awake
I just wish the dreams that haunt me
would simply swallow me whole...
Hear me out
just hear me out
I've realized what I can't stomach
I've realized what I keep trying to escape
I have picked my poison
and the evil scientist who has created life
keeps injecting the virus in my bloodstream
slowly decreasing my life cycle
I've tried so hard to keep steady
I guess this is the part where I say
'oh, woe is me'
but all I can say is let me sleep
Let me sleep
It may haunt me
and I may die one more time
or just in consecutive sequence
without a funeral, without a eulogy
but I shall wake in time for the next day to start
like always, I shall wake in time for the next day to start
though I would receive one more phantom scar
to prove what I endured in make believe
wasn't an illusion just to me
Maybe I'm the only illusion
I already feel like a ghost
moving from body to body
yet somehow I've kept my own
I don't know
my philosophy is sacred yet nonsense
I can't expect it to make sense to you
to you my audience
I guess I just need a listener or two
I keep repeating things shall get better
repeating life isn't a complete disaster
repeating I shall find a way to live forever
but my number is now at 18
with possibly 70 years more to count down
So if I live forever, it's through these pages I construct
and I'll die one more death
and I'll die in a fiery inferno
if my pages bear the flame of no return
Please don't allow that to happen to me...
Some days...I just wish
just wish the dreams I dream
just wish the dreams that haunt me
would swallow me whole
For a reason I can't describe
but the only reason I can inscribe it
in my current pages
where I shall attempt to live forever
in poetic history
even if it's just known by me
'Oh, woe is me'
Satisfied?
I won't be until I close my eyes
and dream tonight
and dream tonight
that somewhere in the world I would flying
surfing through the stars
the stars, my second home
So where is my first...
A young boy with such innocence such an extraordinary existence
Yet not enough patience with such distraught thoughts
To young to understand his necessary and unnecessary wants:
Drugs, sex, alcohol, acceptance, religion, love and he just can’t grasp the feeling
Within him is enough fury to harm a cat so small and loving in such an unusual
package
Oh the amount of affection that took place while they were together.
He was found not a bit innocent well…on account of him harming the one thing
that
Accepted him in this world of time.
Then to be a drunk on account of his extra time with no one to force him to an
education.
The judge calls him to the stand.
Getting a punishment before his time without committing a crime
How could you blame child for what an adult has said?
A poison was given, not as if it was taught or read.
Time continues to move on at a fast pace.
With a lack of religious commitment,
He is the only one who can defend himself,
Tick, tock, tick, tock… the clocks continue to count down.
From left to right, back and forth, round and round, in and out
From job to job, being put down by those you my call vigilantes? For whites that
is but, a
Riot for the blacks.
Those white, but transparent faces.
Not being able to see the race because you are blinded with the fact of still being
a child.
Slowly building a mentality to be subservient
With a sudden ambition to take an observant glance
That deters him from a love and romance.
His innocence begins slowly decreasing while his pain, turmoil, and tribulations
rapidly
increase.
Giving him a second look at what he faces and all the equality deteriorates
As the inferior complex begins to escalate in his mind
Being as though he is so humble
As he trips, falls, and stumbles.
He escapes from all the tension and hate.
What does he find?
That it is all much more than just a “race.”
Time waits for no man.
The human race does not have racists or we will just lose the rat race.
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