I will, you will

Don't say i didn't warn you

Because the evidence is here.

One fine day I'll storm into your uni class

But i'll come and go so fast

No one will me through the glass

No record left of the past

Except your empty space left on the grass.

I'll smash down the door, six men at my back

Suited and polished, to the shades wearing black

Yes, I'll swing by, with my shoes going clack

I'll lift you right up as i would a backpack

And we'll take the concrete, so no human can track.

Or one cloudy evening i'll hold up your workplace

With bandits right behind me, and a scarf on my face

I'll point with my sword and demand you shift pace

Seize your wrist once you're out, and you'll earn no disgrace

Load you in the van, then vanish with no trace.

That's right, appear with no warning, bandit mob like your foes

Making sure get what i want, clothed in disguise from my nose

Robber style, sunnies, gloves, all the way to my toes

You'll come with me, yes, right now, or else who knows

And i'll have you at last, no thoughts to where this goes.

Better still I'll come knocking at your church one dark night

When the thunder and lightning storm reaches its height

With the rain and the wind lashing, aye, what a sight

That i'll be, but this time i won't fight

Because i'll wait for you to bring me to the light.

You'll grab me in from the cold and the wet

Not me snare you out with an ingenious net

Cover me with a towel, if not shower me let

Calm me with smooth voice, telling me not to fret

And take me back to the days we first met.

Thieving Lunatic Nutcase

I hate to break your heart my friend

Oh, my true friend, till daylight's end

But i must tell, lest you find out

Some way what I'm dishonourably about

Yes, I must tell, I am a thief:

One that brings the vulnerable grief.

It did not start with me, I swear!

I just pray that my end is near.

For I am not just a thief

But lunatic as well, this brief

Life has been unfair to me

Close your eyes and you will see

If you take my hand I will show

All the places I hate and love to go

The line between real and the dream

That old and twisted frail seam

Keeps fraying with the pull of day

Threats to throw safety of you away

Yet while it is there, or you are here

Somehow I can abide and sleep there

Without a fear of danger to fall

No destruction to any nor to all.

Yes, one stole my heart,

Without tact nor mercy it did depart

But how is it I have one more

You bring with you from sea to shore?

I swore my stealing days came to an end

Yet now i can no longer pretend

To be what i had once been

For You have come and washed me clean.

The Last Prophet

Today i slew a billion leaves
Their bodies flew before my scythe
And fell to form a carpet beneath my feet
There were as many as there are of Abraham's descendants
But i hacked them into gazillions more.
Woe unto those who stood in my path
They did not last a minute long.
Strong and weak collapsed alike
As i brought about the wrath of The Holy One.
Yea, righteous judgement upon the wicked (wicket... fence?)
The face they last saw was mine
Ay, mine their face of death and doom
Sending them into the eternal gloom.
No mercy from blade of the Spirit
Who after so many long and dark years
Has arisen to release the light where there once was shadow.

Alone-- Inspired by the forgotten melody of final fantasy!

Without you i am a violin without strings

A piano without keys

A shape without a life

A plate without food

A clock without hands

A tree without leaves

A cocoon without a butterfly

A storm without the rain

A castle without people

A heart without a beat

A car without an engine

A mouth without a voice

A phone without credit

A song without lyrics

A phrase without meaning

A TV without colour

A photo with low resolution

A bone without mineral

A winter without snow

A day without light.

Empty.

Devoid of life.

Meaningless.

Tragic.

This is just a fraction of what you mean to me.

Arrrrr!

i had a bunch of textas and i don't know where they are.
A set of ten connector pens which are the best by far --
Now finally it's time to use them, they've just disappeared!
And when i find them, they've gone dry -- isn't that so weird?
Instead i found a pack of 10 -- The Original Texta
They'll have to do, for i must ...work, or fall behind. Graaaa!!!

And soon after, i found a want: a subtle pair of jaws.
The aching, stinging pain of skin poked underneath my claws
When i returned, (no jaws were found) i saw my old art box --
Where i had kept connector pens; beneath the keys and locks!