The-Utopia-Code

Made literally from Nothing Something can change Nothing to Something Time is of the essence Incomplete sentence Say your pennants Be it true or lie We are all tenants Of infinite possibilities Learn for your self Do not share it please Sorry that was a tease. Amplify any noun With a rhyming sound Will break down doors Smash walls and floors Please clean up after you leave This mindset is a bit of a peeve How can nothing make a mess From our something Now duress Solitude Gratitude Platitude but don't be rude. That's all I wanted to say.

Hominus Nocturna Vampyre Feeding like a leach Darkness gloom Dark ways teach First blood of birth Leaves Eternal thirst Lifespan of centuries Protection Normal sentries How long to un-live To un-life To inhuman eternal Fear not the dark of night Fear day and sunlight Walk alone or in a caste The un-life hunter sword and knife Walk alone for a life of pain Un-death, un-life, shall end. Fear not this Hunter Soliloquy.

Every Season has its reason Beside our home it is pleasing Not enough Or too much Look but don't touch Touch, but don't enjoy Enjoy, but feel guilty It is our second reason Talking to our selves Taking stock of crowded shelves There is a place for everything Crisis averted so we sing Count of three To be free To think To feel it all That is the fourth call Fear of the invisible wall Between us and the All To be or not to be Illusion see not real but free This is the fifth season To know To be true To see the joy of you School provides recount yet the sixth is the count Lacking in both wisdom and power Able to disagree is of the hour Seven we see But something is not right Searching the dark For the light Maybe we will find it this night Waking up, world so bright Disbelief, even in fright Will we see another night? Like the one, the one so great Moving on, that was eight Time is the measure Of which we can live Every memory we're Wishing to give Nine... Another day

Problems rise Its no surprise Do anything Truth or Lies Problems weigh Like people say Not today... The real ideal Though is not the problem The solution, carries greater weight With the option is we need to state Are we making the right decision This intentional potential Will rob or deliver A memory sliver Our spines shiver Until something cannot be changed Nothing is staged One hundred percent We can look back and say We tried that day Our problem now Is if the solution will endure The final test Of the rest Is to plan ahead No fear or dread So it is said.

Events are always part of ideas Like concepts that allow a relaxed mind To ponder, wonder, thunder Is that thought alone, enough to create a fathomable Idea, of great measure, value, or substantial event? The butterfly waves its delicate wings in a calm breeze, To move, to seek and to find its own kind. In so doing, the result is actually much greater of a thing; A powerful storm that carries hundreds of butterflies To new places, or heights, or of safety, of ideas Greater than the sum of the initial effect. Does the butterfly create the storm, Or does the storm affect the butterfly, In such a subtle way that nothing even notices? Power is an understatement In this paradigm As is, gentle, on the far edge of Complete calm.

Rhyme the similarity or likeness of sound in two or more words Perfect rhyme the repetition of accented vowel sound and all succeeding sounds in important words Imperfect rhyme occurs when there are changes within the vowel sounds of words intended to rhyme and only the final consonant sounds of the words are identical Eye rhyme rhyme that appears correct from spelling but does not rhyme because of pronunciation End rhyme rhyme that occurs between words found at the end s of two or more lines in a poem Internal rhyme rhyme between words that occurs within a single line of poetry Rhyme scheme the pattern of end rhyme throughout a poem Rhythm the pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in words in a line of poetry Meter a regularized pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in a line of poetry; the intentional arrangement of language in which the accented syllables occur at equal intervals of time scansion

Mesopotamian Valley of life Harbouring love and prosperity For Millenia, more... Images of that which is greater than ourselves Began to form and were depicted in art Images not likenesses Images so true to their own Searching for things - new things Old things forgotten Again remembered Perpetuating the cycle Of the valley One image is mine That of a anthropomorphised Felis Catus To be the image of an object Verily worshiped for Millenia Yet I remain desire never truly realised Relished, cherished Then the valley was enveloped in desert As a last resort I sent those tiny beings to every corner of the globe I am Bast worshiped, revered, cherished Millenia may change my creations But Millenia are short And the days are long This is my song My Love My last hope Cherish me, please.