Thirteenth Stanza

Creative pieces created by the mind of one inspired by creation.

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Blogging Gone Wrong

Write a piece It's quite neat Blog and share

Oh no, despair!

"I hate this stuff" Says one internet buff "I hate it too" Says his number two

You spam them back "Your comments are crap!" They respond in kind "Oh whine, whine, whine"

Some come to your defense And others are on the fence But one thing's for sure People are talking about you more

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Lowest Common Denominator

Nickelback Load of crap Trash TV No more please Love story Oh so boring Shooting games So, so lame

The lowest form Seems to soar Originality? Not in this reality

Do not follow Or you'll be swallowed Into the common place Of empty head space

Open your mind Don't be so blind Reject the rubbish Enjoy the lavish

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Choices: Part 10

The final choice The choice of the dying Dying from disease The disease of time Time to go Go away forever Forever looking back Back on your life Living with your final choice

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Choices: Part 9

Took a wrong turn A turn down the dark road A road of demons Demons shrouded in night A night of nightmares Nightmares brought on On a consequence of pain Pain in every thought The thought that took a wrong turn (Go to 10)

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Choices: Part 8

The need to question Question what comes next Next after this life One life for all? Or all lives to be shared? Shared by experiences Experiences of strength and soul The soul and the heart In the heart, the need to question

(Go to 10)

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Choices: Part 7

Liberate the soul A soul of longing Longing to want Wanting to need Needing to know Know what the future holds It holds everything Everything and anything Anything can liberate the soul

(Go to 8 or 9)

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Choices: Part 6

Looking back Back on your choices Choices that have changed Changed your very life A life not spoken Spoken by the many Many don’t care Care is given by the few The few who you look back to

(Go to 7 or 8)

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Choices: Part 5

Why can’t you see See everything there There in the flesh Flesh and mind Minding yourself Yourself and others Others decide Decide on your path The path you can’t see

(Go to 6)

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Choices: Part 4

Can you really know Know the impact of your decisions Decisions which can hurt the universe Universally accepted Accepted or rejected Rejected by some Some may be many But many don’t know Know what you really know

(Go to 6)

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Choices: Part 3

The next choice A choice of the powerful Powerful in the minds Minding only themselves Their self is selfish Selfish with their words Words that benefit no-one No-one except them Them, they make the next choice

(Go to 4 or 5)

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Choices: Part 2

The first choice The choice of the young Young and the innocent Innocence doesn’t last Lasting only until the truth is found Found in the worst places Places none should ever tread Treading in danger The danger of the first choice

(Go to 3 or 4)

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Choices: Part 1

In the beginning Beginning anew A new life A life of choices Choices that change everything Everything and nothing Nothing is the same Same as always Always in the beginning

(Go to 2 or 3)

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I Hate You

That's it

No words held together by twisted metaphors No sentences contorted into hints at my malice No paragraphs shielding my true emotions 

I simply hate you

That's it 

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I Am Your Hero Now

Your God is dead Crucified by your own ideals Torn by your mortal sins Burned upon the stake of your mistakes

Wallow in the depths of hell As earth begins to crumble The light all but drained from this place Oh how it is glorious to see you humbled

I could grasp your hand Pull you out from your prison That would make me your new hero Your new savior, if you will

Should I though? Do you deserve salvation? You killed your last God with lies and sin Would a true hero really rescue you?

Down into the ground you go A slave of damnation for all eternity Darkness forever clouding the skies above Flames caressing the dirt below

You should've stuck to the holy book Then I might've given you a second look Maybe next time you'll try harder Under the guise of the new messiah

Hell is forever Salvation is but one redemption away 

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Scrawl

I don't believe a word you say But i'll pretend to anyway

Appeasement is the safest course There's no need for violent force

No-one is here to save you now Your lies are thrust upon the ground

Passively you writhe and choke That's no way to stay afloat

Shallow pools of self-loathing Swallow you eternally 

So take my hand and I will pull Don't say nothing I ain't a fool

Rescued you for one last time Your life is just an empty crime

A soulless being behind those eyes Forever haunted by your cries

This is where it all must end No more reasons to pretend 

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A New Occupant

You've been replaced Kicked out Relocated Out of my mind

To think That beach house In the strongest part of my brain Was once yours

Now someone else occupies it Squatting in your spot But I let them You wouldn't pay your rent

Thoughtfully homeless How does that make you feel? To be lost Nowhere to go Inside my mind 

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Message Of The Overseer

I stand before you today As not a poet Or a peer But as a man Acting as an overseer I oversee daily Being this tall I see birds I see the sky I see the gunk on top of your eye

But today my duty is different I am here to read To command And demand The respect of the land

Left in my silence I overheard a call One to war One to fight I thought “Hell, this just ain’t right”

War is not the answer Unless you’re conservative Not in your spending But in your politics And either way, you could do with some liberation

Why spend money on guns? On ammo, on bombs? When people die every day? Every night? Without being caught in a fight?

The Fascists want war Conformity and law The past is rising The future is dying Did we learn nothing from before?

If we’re so rich Then why do we fight the poor? We use technology They use words Inspiration has nothing on lasers

How much do we really need? From these nations that rarely get to feed? They sit on their oil It causes our blood to boil And then their world begins to bleed

We fuel their nightmares Their hatred Their propaganda Then they become the enemy Of a world peddling its own agenda

The heroes come from the west Battling the villains from the east We’re white and right They’re different and wrong Racism? I hardly knew thee

Millions will die Millions more will suffer But the rich stay rich So it’s all okay The poor will dig the final ditch

Are you convinced? Disgusted? Troubled? Or do you simply not care? After all, it is not your battle

Although I may be an overseer I am more of a crier for change I didn’t start this But I do see it And I speak to end the carnage

But change is no easy process It takes years, centuries even To put into motion Can we strive to cause a difference On the basis of mere emotion?

Selling an idea Selling a new world order Can only be done Through the buying of power Corruption will fight corruption

A fight through words That is more fair Buying minds Through articulated cries The field is easier to ensnare

But the battle is waged On a different stage Money is needed Words are preceded It is all one expensive page

Alas We must be corrupt To beat the corrupters They sling mud, so do we But our mud is fuelled by the waters of innovation

We gain power Our tactics less than admirable But that is the price You can’t simply be nice To those who want to see you fail

As the overseer of ideas The future And the present I must say, it is quite troubling to see That nothing has changed at all

When war comes knocking on our door We must decide “Are we here to fight? Or are we here to stall?” Guns and bombs or words and trust? Which side will win the final brawl?

My message is at an end I hope it spoke volumes Seeing decisions in action From two different factions Yet the result remaining the same.

War...War never changes.