What It Is

One must wonder
As one wanders
All asunder
Amidst the thunder
And the pouring rain.
Lightning flashes
Temples to ashes
Out he lashes
Away he dashes
Into the crowded street.
Where can he go
He does not know
Of if it's so
That he can throw
Himself into this work.
What's it about?
Is there no doubt?
Those that just pout
Will always tout
What is had for only a short time.
Where can it be?
Why can't you see
That it is we
Who must agree
On what it's all about.

The Death of Love

Resentment will devour you,
And it will make you see

Mere phantoms of things that, untrue,

Will make you want to flee. 

 

Resentment will eat at your heart

And fill your ears with doom.

At loved ones, throw the poisoned dart—

Love slips into the tomb.

 

Resentment is the enemy

Of love and listening—

They’ll hang, rotating, from a tree

Or die from hatred’s sting. 

 

Resentment is the death of love;

So, you should never blame—

Instead, release forgiveness’ dove

To fly above the flame.

Black Hole

A large, hot star is burning brightly in the deep,
Dark depths of space and nearing its inevitable death.
Slowly, gradually expanding outward, it gets hotter, hotter
Until it can expand no more and it goes crashing inward
Upon itself. Denser and denser it becomes, its core
Slowly increasing the gravity within.
The more it implodes, the more it implodes,
Until, at last, it can become no denser
And the gravity-wrapped space ensures that even light
Cannot escape, and time stops at the center--
The singularity formed. Event horizon, the point
Of no return for anything--everything devoured,
Slowly adding mass to the ever-hungry carnavore.
Invisible except the x-rays released at the edge
Of the event horizon, where matter
And its antimatter twin are born
Of nothing. One is devoured and the other
Set free, just out of reach
releasing a photon
Of x-ray
Light.

Where the Sea Horses Live

A black room with red carpet
Black obsidian borders
And black obsidian doors
Black window panes with red curtains
Black obsidian dresser
And bed with red covers
Next to a black obsidian nightstand
Where a blacklight lamp glows
On a table in the corner sits
A black fish tank with black rocks
And black coral with small black sea horses
The black closet opens
To black clothes and black shoes
Black belts and black ties
The lights go out
And all turns black

The Raiding Party

We sail forth from the heart of Krynn--
May no one think that they can win!
We ravage, plunder, maim and kill--
To hear our names, it brings a chill!
We kill for thrill, we kill for gold,
For riches vast, treasures untold!
Now, cower down before our feet--
You know we'll win--admit defeat!
We'll kill you all or take your crew
And put them in our cosmic zoo.
And if you fly in our direction,
We'll take your ship for our collection.
So, you in your ship, don't defy,
For we can't wait to see you die!