Poem Number One
Only one knows that all the lies are fake,

All the rest are olbivous to reality,

In their minds, a fantasy, they make,

None can truly see,

If only the truth were known by all,

Then all doubt will disappear,

And light will grow tall,

And it will be the end of all fear.

Poem Number Two
The fire of battle was in the air,
It truly wasn't fair,
Troops were being massacred before any could react,
Numbers were what they lacked,
Then the reinforments charged in,
And it seemed as the would win,
The tide of battle had turned once more,
The ground was no longer full of gore,
The invaders were pushed back,
And that was the end to the attack,
But yet the village was in ruins,
In all that was in the distance are sand dunes,
But the people's spirits were high,
As they rebuilt time seemed to fly,
The grand castle stood as before,
For this was a story great enough to be put in a folk lore,
The walls were built thicker,
But yet spirits would never flicker,
All worked harder than ever,
With mere armor of leather,
When they again were under attack by their enemy,
They realized the key,
To insure victory,
While in the sky the birds screeched "Kree!"
New tractics were put into action,
Performed under the blazing sun,
Once again the won,
For their foes indeed did run,
That was a day of glory,
With a long interesting story.

Poem Number Three
Stars falling though the sky,
No one knows why,
They burn up before your eyes,
The closest star dies,
Like all the rest,
To you it seems like a test,
Or a race between them all,
For you seem to hear their call,
Stars falling through the sky,
No one knows why,
You start to run,
But the stars have won,
You feel the ground quake beneath you,
Soon they will engulf you too,
Soon more are in the skies,
Dotting it like fireflies,
Stars falling through the sky,
No one knows why,
It is over in a flash of light,
That seems unbearable bright,
Now all is gone,
Just at the crack of dawn.

Poem Number Four
Fire will clash with ice,

But I hold the dice,

I hold all the strings,

I cause all the little stings,

That could turn the tide,

I choose which side,

Death is the price you pay,

Sometimes it's just better to stay,

And play it safe all the way through,

More talk and less 'do',

Unless you want to lose,

So pull out the booze,

And drown in your fantasy,

For I hold the key,

To ultimate victory,

Don't flee,

And hold your ground,

And don't make a sound,

For you'll win,

And save all of your kin.

Poem Number Five
There is only one,

Who is opposed by none,

Try to find the right path,

And escape evil's wrath,

The path of good is hard and perilous,

But there are many of which will plus,

Too become one of greatness,

It's all one giant game of chess,

One wrong move and you're dead,

You're the needle on the thread,

Weaving in and out,

It's enough to make a grown man pout,

But you hold it strong,

As you have all decade long,

Stay as you always have before,

To stop all the war,

And you'll succeed,

To stop the greed.

Poem Number Six
Bad things happen,
But don't be put down by all of the them,
Try to stay optimistic and joyous,
For even if others might call you a wuss,
Don't be tempted by another,
Even if he's your brother,
So follow your heart to the end,
Create your own trend,
Try to move on in life,
Pass through all the strife,
Or try to at least,
It is hardest when one is deceased,
But you must try,
And if you must, then cry,
And if you merely are overtaken by all the bad,
And are extremely sad,
Then try to fix the problems,
Clean up the crumbs,
And work out the kinks,
To connect the link,
And all will be well as it was before,
And you'll be ready for more.

Poem Number Seven
When things seem far away,

Make sure to never stray,

Never lose your way,

And never lose track of day,

Somtimes it seems hard to stay on the right path,

But if you don't then you'll face god's wrath,

Pain, Agony, and fear,

Down your cheek rolls a tear,

It was so near,

It took over a year,

But in the end it was in vain,

Although I suffered much pain.

Poem Number Eight
Love has no end,
Two single threads twine toghether,
Many things, love can mend,
For if you're in love, you're indeed sure,

It's grasp can hold a person against one another,
Seeing beauty in their other,
Can lead to one being a mother,
For one could be a brother,

Love has no end,
Two single threads twine toghether,
Many things, love can mend,
For if you're in love, you're indeed sure,

Some hate it,
They desipise all love,
But they know nothing of it's wit,
They're less than a mere dove.

Poem Number Nine
Plants are filled with grace,


As if it were a big race,


To see which flowers bloom first,


For they all look as if they are going to burst,


With happiness and joy,


In the water swims the koi,


While pelicans soar above,


And lions on the ground are in love,


Together the create a harmony,


Unmatched by any other thing we can see.