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Fatal Slip - A Steam Punk PoemFatal Slip
A Steam Punk Poem
The timbers blazed,
the ship's been razed.
The captain made one fatal slip.
The alarms made no sound
as we neared the ground.
And Fear held us in his grip.
They closed our eye
so they could hide.
And the console didn't blip.
The sky ran red
and we knew we were dead.
As the pirates boarded the ship.
Shadow of the ColossusA promise he made, to uphold
For a love transcending
The cost is for those who are bold
Dormin's aid came, so did the blade
Sixteen would fall, their souls would fade
Dormin's aid came
Dormin's aid came
To save her life, thus had he prayed
"These colossi, who take all forms
Earth, Water, Wind, Fire
They traverse, to wither the storms
Their killing will save her
For each kill done, at the shrine I
Awaken - I heave to breath. Why?
For each kill done
For each kill done
I give my life? Does my soul cry?"
The sixteen died, by his own hands
some fought, others did not
The wanderer died, in those lands
Forlorn, alone, to rot
None thus would pass, into that place
None could enter, there was no trace
None thus would pass
None thus would pass
Wanderer braved what he would face.
The Dirge of EmptinessAs I watch, while the calls are made
Havoc rages without a trace
Bespoken reveries thus fade
Leaving a soul without a face
Our creation was not for hope
Thus did we beseech, to elope?
Alas, alone we soon awoke
The dirge, we heard – silence it broke
Faustian Sonnet IIWhen I reached the crossroads I said “Devil,
I met a stranger off the interstate,
gamblin’ man, gruff from greed who said he’ll
stir the tax man to Zion church to say:
‘Nineteen thirty-five, women and whiskey
begin runnin’ dry, the church says patience
be our profit, but preacher, you will see.
I’ve never seen you drink or seen you pray.’”
Gamblin’ man, gruff from greed, who said he’ll
be our prophet, and preacher, you will see.
When I reached the crossroads I said “Devil,
five— nineteen— thirty women and whiskey
stirred the tax man to Zion church to say:
‘I’ve never seen you drink or seen you pray.’”
Of Silver, Red, and Blackened SkyStanding straight with blade at ready
Steel, resolve and honor shone as
Bright as ardent, fated fire
Forged by blood and budding kingdom
Kaldan waited by the water
Where the dragon's torrid air burned
Scorching planks and scouring masts
Scattered o'er the glowing harbor
Thick and black, oppressive plumes plunged
Paradox deep into terror
Townsfolk fled in fearful droves that
Filled the night with frightful screaming
Stirring beasts left best to slumber
Bringing forth a roar so mighty
Frenzied light unleashed in her eyes
Lady Rinehart had awakened
Near the knight, the dragon dived in
"Now!" he shouted, blade swung downwards
Twin ballistas loosed their payloads
Launching spears entwined with fine steel
Piercing through the scaly cuirass
Clotheslining the flying wyvern
But - the bolts that held the weapon
Broke and tore and whipped the shoreline
Murder ran all through her thoughts as
Though the woe of others seemed trite
Rinehart told the wailing wives she'd
Wear their errant tongues as tr
a different storyevery corpse
in my laboratory
tells a tale
... a different story
i was burned in a fire
i was soaked in gas
i was pushed out a window
my throat was slashed
i was raped and strangled
i was shot
i died while driving and texting
i deserved what i got
i was run over
i was hung
i slipped from the highest
i lost my balance
on the stair
i broke my neck
i suffocated, no air
i took 200 tablets
i choked on steak
i jumped the fence at the zoo
i stepped on a snake
i tried to beat a train
now i'm a stain
i went down the wrong street
stabbed by gang-bangers and then beat
drank til i passed out
drown under my bathtub spout
hitchhiked on the road
shovel, lime and rope in the trunk, stowed
did my own electric
got zapped by power
dropped the soap
slipped in the shower
made love to a woman
with a wedding band
baseball bat, bludgeoned
by her husband's hand
work under a car
slam, squish, dead
no helmet on head
drugs, - overdose
sex, - aids
smoking, - cancer
war, - hand-grenad
Rub'i of MelancholyI who had once wished to the stars, aloft;
And paid from my deeds, for I thought, how oft
Have I dreamt of the days of old; my way -
cold, distant - like woodcraft that has gone soft
Kingdom MineWhen I look to the sky alight in red,
A blaze of gold and crimson flame above
The sails luffed up and jigging taut, I tread
Upon a sea of hope, my one true love.
At once the water breaks beneath the bow,
Like steel through Gordian’s cord; this kingdom mine!
I sail and sail, my freedom now endowed.
Once more, the day will rise on my own time.
Set sail into night- the stars so bright,
A guiding gift of God- afloat tonight.
Captain BeckhurstThey seek me here,
they seek me there,
SkyNavy seek me everywhere.
My thieving soul will be forever cursed,
for I am the dammed elusive,
I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a fearsome reputation,
all quake in fear when they spy my flag,
It's certainly no cause for celebration.
The stories told about my deeds,
to be sure are filled with gore,
to hear them speak you'd think that I,
was rotten to the core.
Apparently I've slit the throats,
of at least a thousand men.
And lets not forget the ships I've wrecked,
time and time again.
By rights I should be swimming,
in all the blood I've shed.
My name a lone is cause,
for unimaginable dread.
Yet here's a little secret,
that might shock you and amaze.
Though I steal and cheat and lie,
and villains sing my praise.
The stories that they tell of me,
are simply all a sham.
Despite my wicked ways,
I've never killed a single man.
Yes I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a cooked up reputation.
The gruesome tales of violent deaths,
are from the ima
My battle cryI wish I could take you back in time, to that day thirteen years ago,
To look through the veil to see the unseen, and the things only angels would know
To see The Lamb of God,
Creator of truth, My Lord and King,
Of all things on earth, and everything,
Knowing and calling me, By MY own name,
With a purchase of Blood through the cross he came,
To take this boy, this puny man,
And gently place him in the maker’s hand,
I know I was broken, But the bounty is paid,
When on Jesus’s body, all our sin had been laid,
On that day I wasn’t like all the rest,
For on that day my stone heart became flesh,
Of all the Love I’ll ever have, with deep affections or even a ring,
This Love for God is truest, for in me it changes everything,
If the changes aren’t coming and your spiritual life grows stale,
And from the cup that should be overflowing, tastes of bitter ale,
One question to you, do you love only what He gives?
Or with all that you are, do you love the God,
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