The Xavier: PrologueThe Xavier, a standard Obsidian Class Luna Destroyer- one of the most powerful starships in the Syrunese People's Interstellar Fleet; a fleet built by the people, for the people- be it defence or otherwise. The Xavier was a 2401 meter long, 4.914 million tonne warship with its crew compliment of around 2000 individuals and complete with a weapons array consisting of 36 standard Ion Cannons, 8 anti-matter capable missile ports and a first class 20 Yotta Volt Tesla forward battery, and just to be sure it didn't run out of firepower; it held 18 Demious class fighters- each easily capable of destroying a Koron heavy freighter. The Obsidians were the dreadnoughts of the fleet and they held spacial superiority no matter what sector they propelled into.
It was through these destroyers the Koron-Syruni treaty was signed, afterall even the warrior race of the Korons knew they could not defeat even one Obsidian- never mind the 8 stationed on their border.
The Xavier had been patrollin
The Blackened Void Of HatredIt has been foretold of the ensuing darkness; and nothing can be darker than void- void of emotion, of thought and of care. It is this darkness that scares all of us that see it, only the lanterns of yellow and red hold back this demon of the night. Lights of blue turn black as do some red, and with some many lanterns surrendering their light, it is a wonder how we see at all.The Blackened Void Of Hatred3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
One day the blackness will reach the lanterns of red and will murder each in turn, few would remain through hiding and their glow would become stagnant, the lanterns of yellow will then have their turn and a repeat of the reds will come true- the people act too late to relight the torches because they delude themselves into thinking someone else will do their job, and once the darkness surrounds these people no one will come to light their escape, as simply no one is left too.
The void of light is only filled with energies of anger, hatred and contempt- it rears its ugly head upon those who deserve protection and
TuzanorA city of darkness we create,Tuzanor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But this is no diplomacy to mediate.
A wrath lures this city,
Like its creator it is without pity.
Alone we shiver in the valley of cold,
In morbid knowledge we are not to die old.
It is the monster within that leads us to war,
And although the battles are gone, it craves more.
Like Judas we betray for survival,
But this is not ancient- it is modern day revival.
Money and corruption rule this land,
And silenced are those who demand,
A brighter day of which we need not pay,
But this could never come in a year of May.
Human greed knows limitless bounds,
In this vast verse are we not just clowns?
Jests of our own creation,
Like the city above- destined for eternal damnation.
Women and BeautyWomen. Now they maybe a very controversial subject to many, but I wish to state an observation of woman kind which puzzles me deeply. You see I have noticed that the females who have to be told, constantly, that they are beautiful are those who are the nicest (usually) you could hope to meet, but the few of womankind who know they are beautiful (or at least in their own eyes) are generally horrible. Why is this?Women and Beauty3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The women of beauty (and you don't know who you are), are more often than not the ones whose life has treat them bad and they, through experience, consider themselves to be ugly or plainly not pretty- and in turn shy away from the word they so desperately seek; beautiful.
But women who think themselves beautiful without having to be initially persuade, usually suffer from ½ of the deadly sins- lust and/or vanity. And due to this, they lose (in my eyes) their appeal and in trying to 'make' themselves beautiful they either die inside or abuse themselves both mentally and phy
Some FriendsSome FriendsSome Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sacred word to all of the humans.
We all have our best friends and our normal friends.
We trust them and sometimes rely on them.
But some of them are just a mask.
They don't care about you and care about themselves.
They use you because they don't have anything to do.
When they are alone they call you so you can make them company.
But when you are alone and you need them they don't respond.
They leave you alone and go out with others so they would have an excuse.
When they have free time they call you so you could go and hang out wit them.
But when you want to be with them they are always busy.
They just use you to kill time.
They don't care about you or what you want.
For them you are a tool that could be manipulated.
They can use you whenever they want without thinking.
But when you need them they are not there to help you.
But that isn't harsh.
The worst thing is that when you see them making plans right before your eyes.
And they never include you into their
Bringer of Sleepless NightsI bring you fever-dreams, and discourse in the night.Bringer of Sleepless Nights3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Constant am I, a host of fear, a constant reminder.
No bringer of Death, yet a tempting promoter at times.
The sweat you feel is the warmth of my very breath.
Your quivering hands and trembling thoughts are my voices
Rattling that which builds you up.
My intentions are natural, for I am the offspring of sin.
Such is my way, just as your actions were yours.
Shake at my continuous nagging, shiver at my never-ending irritancy.
I am your unwavering lust for perfection in yourself,
The result of such is my purpose of existence.
I am but the guilty conscious...the monkey on your back.
EpilepsyInhale.Epilepsy6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Count to ten.
Slow your pulse.
Slow your mind.
-Just in time.
You can feel my anxiety
When you walk through the door.
Air thick as butter,
You find me on the floor.
From my head to my toes.
My heartbeat slows
Pale as death,
I'm coming to.
Counting ceiling tiles -haven't a clue-
Twenty down, ten across
Adorned with roses, garden moss.
My mother's eyes find mine,
But her voice is far away.
I imagine her as a ventriloquist dummy
-deserted by her master's voice.
I'd run to her, if I could
Up and out of this electric prison
-If only my body gave me that choice.
Here comes water,
The ice burns in my throat.
I feel like Helen Keller
Could work her miracles on me.
Somehow, together, we'd beat this disease.
I've got the eyes,
Smiles and HappinessInstead of philosophy and politics, this piece I thought I'd make slightly different; because this piece is about you, yes you the reader. At the moment or in the past, life has thrown all its dirty laundry all over your front door hasn't it? Well this is that 5 minutes that will hopefully cheer you up- don't think about your current problems, I want you to think about all your past problems and look at how you beat them, you and ONLY you could have overcome them. I'll be honest at the moment my life is terrible- for every good thing that happens a bad one always knocks me back- without fail, hell recently I cooked 2 meat and potato pies (wanted them for WEEKS) - they were cooked to perfection, then fell on the floor once in the kitchen, then again on my carpet in my room leaving a horrid mess. But trust me most of my issues are about those I care about on drugs- but hey. I want you to see that your past problems are OVER and you overcame them, like you will your problems now. So smileSmiles and Happiness3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Violence and MilleniaI wonder if violence will ever become extinct.Violence and Millenia2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Over the millennia violence went from general dominance amongst groups, a way of proving oneself and as a method to assert authority in a barbaric way, but it has evolved to the point where it is know, generally, as a last and unwanted resort in a conflictual situation. It has come from the first and natural course of action, to a final resort when all else has failed. Intellect has generally out-shone violence and has taken its place as the pinnacle means of solving a dispute.
But the question is, will violence ever evolve itself out of existence? With force being a part of general and basic human nature, I am not suggesting this evolutionary stage will take place over a short period of time like a day, 10 days, 10 years or even 10 decades; I propose that if we as a race actually survive the period, it may well be possible in several 10's of thousands of years that mankind may have evolved out of violence.
With alternate method
Get It DoneYou stare at the pen suspended above the paper.Get It Done3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lower it slowly, what was the question anyway?
Was this suppose to be typed?
Fingers hover over the keyboard.
Eyes drift closed before snapping open.
You have to do the work.
Fingers drum on the desk.
You fidget in your seat.
Tired eyes bore into the screen.
The bright light from the blank document glares back.
You can not write.
Head clutched in hands you let out a sigh.
You need to finish your assignment.
Teeth grind, concentrate.
You need to finish your assignment.
Finish your assignment.
Hate Without ReasonPeace, justice, equality. Things Americans are proud to die for. But Communism? They don't even want communists around them, let alone die for their system. But why? If people actually read the Communist Manifesto, perhaps they'd find out that their government was tricking them. That they were being lied to. That the people who have been ripping them off and exploiting them are now scapegoating and forwarding hate and aggression to innocent people who want the best for their citizens.Hate Without Reason2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm of course going to refer back to Red Terror of the 1950's. The US was blacklisting accused Communists and doing inhumane things to them, but why? Because people don't do research. True, Joseph Stalin, the man who carried out the Purges and Five-Year-Plans of the 1930's, was a communist, but the things he did weren't for communism. But Communism, as set down in the Communist Manifesto, has nothing to do with what Stalin did. And the US government would've known that if they read the book.
The Xavier: Chapter 1As the Demious fighter wing concluded there war-games, a click from the DMZ (De-Militarised Zone), Lieutenant Feliss inquired for leave for the night from Commander Neroon.The Xavier: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sir, by your orders am I clear to depart the bridge sir?"
"Of course Lieutenant, just make sure you're on the morning watch in time for orders from the Axion."
"Not a minute past 0700 sir."
As Lt. Feliss left the bridge via the Command deck's Solenoid lift, her spots glowed a deep shade of green; usually seen when an Aerolite is excited to some degree- the depth of the shade of the colour indicates the strength of the emotion. Lt. Feliss took the Sol-lift (as they are commonly known) past her quarters on level 2 of the Officer's block, to level 14 of the NCO's (Non-Commissioned Officer's) wing, as the she got closer to room 46 her spots began glowing shades of multicoloured light, this is what the Syrunese describe as 'butterflies' and Lt. Feliss certainly had a lot of these butterflies as the colour beg
the Book Thief alt. endingLIESEL MEMINGERthe Book Thief alt. ending6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How --" Liesel began, but had to stop. The words choked on her tongue, stiff with surprise.
They were children again, staring at one another through fourteen-year-old eyes.
Rudy grinned. "Took you long enough, Saumensch. How about a kiss?"
"Rudy," the girl gasped, and leapt at him. Her mouth met his and groped at it hungrily. The sticks of the boy's lemon hair seemed to rise up even further in surprise, but his hands found her waist and held tight while his mouth moved from hers down to her neck.
She was crying, her tears shiny and leaping. "Dammit, Rudy, I love you." She ran the words with her fingers through his hair and they dripped down to meet his triumphant eyes.
"Of course," was all he said and she laughed. Saukerl.
Rudy jostled and elbowed, knowing he would spot that Arschgrobbler any moment.
And then, there she was. "Took you lon
BlindRiver flow; leaves blow,Blind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets and grass grows.
Then time froze,
Like a broken violin string,
It spiraled inward,
Weren't we supposed to move forward?
I take a breath, and spit out black.
We've messed up; I guess that's a fact.
Still, why do we wait?
We pile the marbles into a sack,
Until it over flows, out of our control,
I escape to a forest,
Beaten and tired.
Away from the repression,
Away from the greed,
The murders, the lust,
Geography has died,
It's a lesson for us all.
I close my eyes; and sigh,
The scent of apples in the air,
It's kind of hard to describe,
I feel like a man who's blind,
Amidst a billion colors,
I feel like a man who'sblind,
Amidst a billion colors,
I smile, because I could still see the sun shine.
Can we keep it like this?
The Fogs Of War Lead The Men Of Union To SlaughterThe fogs of war shroud our every path, some of our allies turn coat from red to black and join our gravest foes. Our foe he stands in elevated plains at each chokepoint, surrounding us all. Our legends are dead, our stories told in bad tongue and our music ruined by ghosts of what was, now our leaders are mostly cowards and fools and vain in hopes we will suddenly grasp victory through no work or effort.The Fogs Of War Lead The Men Of Union To Slaughter3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As we stand divided in the valley of Serenity; the valley of death, I gaze upon our legions each fighting one another in slim hopes they can lead us. No legion realises their principles are a weapon of great firepower, but little in ammunition- and as such are left spent on the killing grounds with no moral high ground to speak of. Our bullets and pyro-technics are used attacking one another whilst past the dense clouds of battle, lay our greatest foes; laughing at our confusion as their ring of hatred tightens around us.
Through the overwhelming superiority of enemy forces in number,
7 Points Of ReligionI understand what I write form here on in almost certainly will be conflictual and may distress some, if this is the case DO NOT read further.7 Points Of Religion3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have examined in not great detail the general outlines of all religions, but all seem to have a general layout
3. Widespread growth
7. And finally a Decay
This trend can be easily simplified into its primary points-
3. And Decay
It is my view that the 7 Points of Religion can be seen by any religion, primarily Christianity, Islam and even in the religion of the extreme right wing fascists- Nazism.
Christianity experienced birth form the times of Jesus
Established by the disciples
Gained widespread growth throughout the ages
Persecuted under numerous British monarchs (for example)
Became extreme throughout the Crusades to the Spanish Inquisition
Reached a pinnacle in the world as the largest global
Pollen and PoliticsHow do you think of yourself; within the bounds of politics?Pollen and Politics3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see it that everyone has the potential to be radicalised, providing they have an incentive and existing political stance- and with this in mind I shall focus on my forte, the Left and Right.
To me both sides can be described as flowers- a bizarre notion I know, but don't tell me you're not curious to know why. The right wing, as I see it, are weeds (and come on would you expect a Communist to say anything different...) in particularly Dandelions- they are a vermin that have strong potentials to kill off other flowers by stealing their water and minerals from the soil, and sometime even their sunlight. You see a Dandelion can only be pollinated by insects, and in politics these are the radical racists we see in right wing groups, these insects pollinate other Dandelions and slowly spread their deadly messages of self destruction and corruption in society by scapegoating a certain sect of the community as a whole. Alternately
SEXLovers do it.SEX8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People abuse it.
Porn improves it.
Teens try it.
Rapists force it.
Hookers sell it.
Brothels run it.
The horny want it.
And human survival relies on it.