Kalem's Poetry
Posted: July 15th, 2010, 5:51 am
My poetry is rare, and rarely worth posting, but I have a few I believe are of decent work, the following is called Puppet Master.
It was written with the inspiration of a girl who could essentially pull the strings of every character in the game with her two... Which turned the entire game into one big cluster**** at the end, but hey... Still a good poem...
The Puppet Master.
I shall sit and watch, Marking off another notch, As I wait for the sun to come up, Tomorrow is now today,
Hurray...
It's red, orange and yellow, Beautiful, yet mellow it’s a drive away of sorrow, and it shall come again at the start of tomorrow, Oh yeah, and at the end of today...
Once again, hurray...
I play with peoples feelings like they are a puppet, I pull the strings, and laugh at what it brings, but mostly I pull to annoy, But that's really just me, oi! But it happens; I am the bringer of emotion, to the wood of the world. I pull the strings and watch you dance, for the world to escape my control, not a chance. I shall rule, at least till tomorrow... Another day just passed today...
Once more, hurray...
Yet oh yet, the puppet master cannot live alone, so another he grabs to invite to his home, fun oh fun does the future look to be, and now there is, a little me, My husband/wife and me, we sit and watch, while our child never fails to put another notch, into the puppets, but we don't care, to once again control that world... I do not dare...
So the world faces a new hand, as one shall rule wood and metal band, fight or flight these puppets shall, till they fall, believing to answer to the call, but really it's just the strings, now look at what destruction this hand brings.
Is this how there came to be, god and devil? Heaven and evil? That puppets changed hands, and now there is, nothing that would resemble either, but now we chose to tremble. To risk, to lose it all, at the chance there is nothing at all.
Can you see the power of the puppet master? Bow to it, or there shalt be disaster, it's true that evil has come, but it shall pass, as another grows, Just like grass...
So once again, once again, the world changes, this world of wood and metal shall now bend, as it is to be destroy as interest is lost, now this world shalt be forever lost, too bad too bad, the loss of such art is sad, but still the true puppet master lives, and that gift to more the puppet master gives, more worlds are made, But now, actual people dance under the shade...
My puppets are dead, oh well, oh well; they still live in my head....
It was written with the inspiration of a girl who could essentially pull the strings of every character in the game with her two... Which turned the entire game into one big cluster**** at the end, but hey... Still a good poem...
The Puppet Master.
I shall sit and watch, Marking off another notch, As I wait for the sun to come up, Tomorrow is now today,
Hurray...
It's red, orange and yellow, Beautiful, yet mellow it’s a drive away of sorrow, and it shall come again at the start of tomorrow, Oh yeah, and at the end of today...
Once again, hurray...
I play with peoples feelings like they are a puppet, I pull the strings, and laugh at what it brings, but mostly I pull to annoy, But that's really just me, oi! But it happens; I am the bringer of emotion, to the wood of the world. I pull the strings and watch you dance, for the world to escape my control, not a chance. I shall rule, at least till tomorrow... Another day just passed today...
Once more, hurray...
Yet oh yet, the puppet master cannot live alone, so another he grabs to invite to his home, fun oh fun does the future look to be, and now there is, a little me, My husband/wife and me, we sit and watch, while our child never fails to put another notch, into the puppets, but we don't care, to once again control that world... I do not dare...
So the world faces a new hand, as one shall rule wood and metal band, fight or flight these puppets shall, till they fall, believing to answer to the call, but really it's just the strings, now look at what destruction this hand brings.
Is this how there came to be, god and devil? Heaven and evil? That puppets changed hands, and now there is, nothing that would resemble either, but now we chose to tremble. To risk, to lose it all, at the chance there is nothing at all.
Can you see the power of the puppet master? Bow to it, or there shalt be disaster, it's true that evil has come, but it shall pass, as another grows, Just like grass...
So once again, once again, the world changes, this world of wood and metal shall now bend, as it is to be destroy as interest is lost, now this world shalt be forever lost, too bad too bad, the loss of such art is sad, but still the true puppet master lives, and that gift to more the puppet master gives, more worlds are made, But now, actual people dance under the shade...
My puppets are dead, oh well, oh well; they still live in my head....