VacuKnight

And deep into the Ocean fell, A Soul thrown overboard; A Soul that I had known so well, Now cast into the sea. Without it's host a soul becomes In grave entirety, A mere ghost, doomed to perish, And sink so elegantly. The spectre seemed familiar As a closer look I took, I name I tried to render Though just word escaped me. I dove in with haste to spare the Soul, From the dark and violent waves. I grabbed a rope and pulled us up, Again onto the deck, And peering at the spectre's eyes, Set in a face that resembled me, I gasped and could find no words, Though "Second thoughts?" said he. A pirate grin upon his face, And great

What is this... I am in the club... I can see people dancing around me. I can feel their energy, excited and slightly nervous. What is this sound... ... The bass... Yes, the bass rises into my ears and fills my confused head with a flood of sound. I have been away for so long it seems. And yet I can still feel it rising within me! Soon I will be powerless to control it! Unless... I stop it now... But I don't want to... I want it to come... The music changes, decrescendos and there is a great holding of breaths... And then and explosion of vibrant light and a din like a crack of thunder... and, all of a sudden... IT TAKES ME!!! Sp

... How long has it been? Two hours? Ten hours? Two weeks? I do not know ... It feels like it has been so long, and yet the clock reads 11:33; The last time I remember seeing was 11:14. That can't be right! It doesn't make sense! Though, not much of what has happened in the past 19 minutes has made much sense. The night continues. I see smiles all around me. I can feel their happiness building within me. Colors jump from one surface to another, mixing and making each color more vibrant. I do not know what to think of this. I have never felt this way before. ... I didn't even think it was possible to feel this way! We step outside. The

Conflict is what life entails, When verbiage fails; When Hate prevails. Conflict is holding guns to each other's face, Promising not to fire, Until one changes the pace, Conflict creates those who destroy, Using weapons as toys, Killing girls and boys. Conflict though empowers the just, To do what they must, To keep from turning to dust. ~ All our lives we see, Just you and me, No democracy, Just hypocrisy. All our lives we wish for something more, Trying to win before They just settle the score. ~ Conflict gets what conflict wants, Conflict haunts us While wars they taunt us Into choosing a life that makes me queasy,

              And in times of dispair,  The Farmer sows seeds in his soiled life,     And makes it beautiful once again.