Poetry

The fight has begun
You think you have won
But he is not so weak
However his attempts are bleak
As he tries to fight
You will deny
His loss will be great
As he begins to break
Those who cared, lose faith
As for those who didn’t, they simply walk away
He spits his blood
You spit none
And when it seems like its over
The unexpected happens
And you are left for dead
Only the one who spits blood is there to help
Ambulances sound their sirens
And within minutes you feel cushion beneath you
But all is lost
Though you are of much cost to those who are your immediate
The object lodged in you is too deep
And as you begin to fade
You remember how the only one who helped, was the one you despised the most.

So much confusion
So many mistakes
Yet it is all balanced on the knife
That is life
However one mistake in the balance itself
And lives are lost
Enforcements are made
To keep the balance
But there are always the ones
Who would defy these enforcements
And so force is acquired
To stop these opponents to enforcement
And thus higher conflict begins
And war breaks out
More lives are lost
Enforcements are officially destroyed
Depressions begin
No place is a safe place
And the knife is left unbalanced for eternity

Namaste... Namaste...
A greeting from the east meant to pay homage to
The Soul's sovereignty. The Soul, a spark of
Divine, the God within, Namaste, Namaste...
I respect the spark within even if the flame
Itself has long been doused.
The time is right to reignite your life!
Let the spark catch, let the fire spread!
Allow the once withered flame within to glow,
To grow. All the air to flow; fan the
Flame with each and every breath!
Cease your suffocation, stop stifling the flame
With incessant smoke. Rage against any
Inhalation that prevents the propagation
Of the flame. Break all barriers that block out or
Lock in that brightly burning fire within!
Remember the Soul's sovereignty and destroy all
Impediments that attempt to dim its divine light!
Namaste: Greet the God within!
Namaste: Usher into this lifeless planet your own light!
Don't let the light die!
Don't let the luminescent effect be ephemeral!
Don't let your light evanesce!
Now, breath deeply. Feel the fire climb freely.
Feel the fire clear its way, Namaste, Namaste...

The pressure is on
They have won
At first it’s effects you good
But in the end, it effects you bad
You start with poppin em
But as the pressure builds and builds
And you reach the point of no resistance
You move up a level
And start shootin it
Your performance on the field is unmatched
But as your abilities increase
You lose all control
And begin to lash out
In uncontrollable rage
You try to stop yourself
But you are nearly a bystander now
Watching yourself, but not yourself
Destroy all you have gained
You scream inside yourself to stop
But it will never stop
You have reached the point of no return
And the only way to stop...
Is to die!

One Bullet
One shot
One kill
The town awakes
As the sirens sound
In the center of town
A body lay lifeless
In his pocket
A bottle is found
Words are circled
“Beware of roid rage”
Many were guilty
No one was charged
Except the one who lost his life

The dogs charge the field
Pumped and ready to win
The coin is tossed
The end zone is our goal
We will receive
And we will deliver
The game begins
With a kick
As we have scored
So have they
But we lose many chances
And they gain many more
With 12-30 at the half
Many have given up
But all is not lost
We are not done
We will finish this fight
The game resumes
We give it our all
And throughout the ordeal
We score!
20-30
But as they drive
They launch the ball
And as he comes into contact
He is thrown to the ground
And the flag is thrown
The flag that will ultimately lead to our downfall
Pass Interference
And after a huge gain from a bullshit call they will score
20-38
We try to forget it
We play our best
We score two more times
32-38
But in the end
It just goes to show
One bullshit call can fuck up the entire game for a team
Who worked so hard
Just to be defeated
Not by the opposing team
But by their own damn official