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Looking into a mirror, everyday I wake up.

Wondering how this day will go, as I stare myself down.

But the damn fact I know is, it'll be the same shit just a different.

For every action there is a supreme reaction.

I am a slave to the machines of this new nation.

Nothing will be as simple as our blood flow.

The lifestream causes a stigma to stop intruders.

Never given us an action to create a reaction, that makes us what we are to be.

Roll a d20 for a fucking reflex save, then roll another to strike in defense.

Use the right influence to increase the adrilling.

The adrilling that helps you to fight, that helps you inflict your opinion and truth.

Be careful they might strike back the same or better.

Mortals are only shadows and dust.

Immortals are the light and ground.

Which one are you?

Which one am I?

Can we ever truely know from right and wrong?

I rather be old and decrippet than young and stupid.

Once Upon a time

Thatýs how stories go

Weýve heard it many times before

Even without hearing it, it is said



As soon we open our eyes in the morning

Right before that first thought

Right after that last second of that evening dream



The typical fairytale of laughter, tears, and morals

Every tale is ones life

Our life becomes a tale for another

Weýve found stories so simple, weýve found life so hard



The love we have, the hate we have

The laughter we have, the tears we have

The cuddles we have, the fights we have

Somehow, they end up to keep coming



Those were our chapters

Weýre merely making another one

A chronicles we are no doubt



I can say Iýve opened myself up

I was stabbed in the heart, I felt

Thrown like a rag doll into the all known abyss

Floating all down with the well known broken heart



Even the most respectful

Even the most respected

Imaginary friend canýt pick me up high enough to grab the edge



Heaven holds a star

I shall fly, soar to reach it

But I donýt want to do it alone

When will this chronicle end I donýt know



The Guardian Angel and his Charge

The Dragon and its Magician

The Teenage Lovers

Such simple stories can appear and live out of the blue









Once again Iým left alone

To shut the door and open up my mind

To wonder why would the author of this story

Let it get to this



Where is the moral, the lesson

Do I get hurt by myself, by my own actions

If I bury the answers of this cancer, do I loose so much

A twenty word gist or half page summary wonýt help



Iým trying to hold on, but Iým constantly sinking

This chronicleýs life source is only the time we spend on it

To stop or to continue, is the question



Life is a daring adventure or nothing at al

My puzzle is incomplete, the confusion is real

To fall, to loose all, why should I



To break the rules one by one, to understand

Maybe I should, it could make me greater



Without the sun and the moon, no eclipse, no gravity

Nothing but more confusion, you might of overdone your welcoming

Donýt take the best of me, peer pressure will only give you the worst of me

Seeing you on the other side will only happen of worlds collide



My time will never run out

But it doesnýt have to revolve around you

Youýre just happen to be the only one I really want

Somehow



I know this is how I unwind myself

Am I forever to be the nameless king

The ignored royal jester

I know Iým not, but it feels like it



I beg for release

My ancient pages to be turned

I want somebody to know my mysterious wonders

And not look me if I were an annoying bug that you donýt want to cry loudly



And I say

I swear Iým not the devil

Iým merely human

With the morals of simple stories



A man is only as good as his word

To help me, I have to help you help me

Looks are so deceiving, no matter how convincing

To earn respect, you must give respect



This is only a poem to remind myself

Of my own simple stories

Lets not let the heroes live unhappy

No matter if theyýre not together



They fight all the time and end up making up

They promise all the time and break them all the time

There is always something wrong, but their always right

Everybody wonders what is going on, not understanding



Theyýll always find the words

To keep each other right there waiting

No matter what anybody else

They just have to work out issues



Iýll handle the fact itýll be awhile

Iýve been doing that of course

But decision after decision

I end up snapping the wrong way



Do I have to keep bending

Until I break in half

Falling through the sky

Into the ocean of dreams once again, but to awake to the same ancient phrase



Once Upon a time

Thatýs how stories go

Weýve heard it many times before

Even without hearing it, it is said



As soon we open our eyes in the morning

Right before that first thought

Right after that last second of that evening dream



The typical fairytale of laughter, tears, and morals

Every tale is ones life

Our life becomes a tale for another

Weýve found stories so simple, weýve found life so hard



Maybe one day Iýll wake up to it with you with me

But till then Iýll be patience until you tell me not to be