Revolution: A Fictional Speech"From this heart, I shall give rise to an army like none other. They shall be an army of men and women, men and women that will fight and drive for victory for as long as there is still light in their eyes. We are not mortal, as our cause is immortal, and our valor something that singes the heavens above our chosen ground. You sing of God, and I sing of justice.
"Tell me, how long has your mother worked the government's soil? Tell me, how long has your sister been whored out to the bastards which eat your bread?! Tell me how long will you stand dumb and blind to this horror? Your father's are dead! Your sons are beggars! Strike now, while you still have breath in your body and a roof above your head!
"Come! My brothers and sisters! Follow me to the palace of folly; where we shall topple their lies and give rise to our own truth. There is no time to be silent!
"Our future is there to be had!"
A Poem to Make UpTo tattoo his name on my skin
A finite romantic gesture,
A name carried without is a name carried within
two people bound in rapture.
You are, my love, my balancing rock,
without which I am incomplete;
my sorrow, my tears, run out for a walk,
and every step I take is offbeat.
Brown eyes, brown eyes, your hand in mine,
as you cry silently for past days,
To my love, my love, may you please consign,
and your heart, my heart repays.
Thoughts After DeathI spend too much time lying dead in the street.
I ought to get up,
walk around a little,
and stretch my legs or something.
Maybe do a little jog before rigor mortis sets in.
I'm sure that's what my nutritionist would do.
Well that's what he would do
if he wasn't headless at his mistress's home
in Peachtown, two miles south from here.
Isn't that just the way to go?
Make a note of that, will you?
End all secret affairs before the aliens finally come,
blast everyone away,
and turn your loving wife into a crispy fritter.
And oh hey would you look at that?
I think I just moved my toes.