The world is a continuum
Simply revolving on its own accord,
Despite the path its occupants take.
The day we realize
That we are nothing more
Than a collection of atoms and cells
A mass taking up air and space
The day we realize this
Is the day we all stop moving
The day we all collapse
Under the realization
That we mean nothing
We are insignificant.
We carry on in our selfish ways
But that day will never come
Because we will never cease to indulge
In our own selfish fantasies
That we mean something
That we are of significance
But this is all, but a lie
Monday, May 13, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Can you guess what I am?
The blood of my opponents
Is smeared all on my body
And dripping down my sides
The flesh and juice has settled
The roar becomes dull
My blades have just stopped turning
Easing to a halt
My powers been diminished
And my work has been fulfilled
Is smeared all on my body
And dripping down my sides
The flesh and juice has settled
The roar becomes dull
My blades have just stopped turning
Easing to a halt
My powers been diminished
And my work has been fulfilled
Friday, May 3, 2013
Little monsters
Little monsters
Scurry, scurry
Creak, creak, creak
Little monster feet
Pitter patter
Little claws
Stomping round the street
Peeking in the windows
and lurking behind the door
Do you see the little monsters?
Listen and hear them roar
Scary monsters
Roaming round the night
Claws outstretched
and teeth bared wide
Looking for a freight
Little children cuddled up
In bedrooms
Tucked all tight
While dreaming, hoping, wishing
Little monsters
Do not come into sight
Scurry, scurry
Creak, creak, creak
Little monster feet
Pitter patter
Little claws
Stomping round the street
Peeking in the windows
and lurking behind the door
Do you see the little monsters?
Listen and hear them roar
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