Random

[Digital Jedi]

A birthright, a sensing
A skill worth dispensing
A loyalty forgotten then crossed
A stationary feeling
An emotion not willing
To conform for fear it be lost

An endless black sea
And a mask, much like V
And a soul, each one blacker then last
An evil dictator
Both a lover and hater
And a conflict rooted deeply in past

A succession of power
A deformed wrinkled glower
A conductor of evils and fate
A distortion of facts
And familial attacks
That were born from the wages of hate

A warning of succession
A deep dark depression
That tomorrow might mimic today
A slim chance of hope
In the darkness it's groped
But destruction and death pave it's way

A reversal of fortune
As offspring lights a torch in
A darkness that completely enveloped
A wrinkled glower falls
And lightning enthralls
His throws as his demise develops

A birthright reclaimed
Of a name once defamed
A resurrection of truth and of light
Now the daytime cosumes
And the future resumes
Ironically, all in depth of the night

 

[Digital Jedi]

Random #2

It was once stated by a man that if truth were so grand that his fever would be lost in the shuffle
But the truth is that sand has no reason to be grand, and the bubbles of fate turn to scuffle

The enemies of justice and the fortune you must is not sanctioned by powers of confession
But instead the destruction of conformity and function are found in the deepest of depression

Are random words thoughts? Are success failures bought? Are trees in a Forest to flee?
If a man falls in the street and no one to him is sweet can it be said that he truly is free?

In the hour of fire and the seconds of flame there is one truth that befits to us all
There is no desire in the water or wire where a man must be friend to us all.

 

[Digital Jedi]

There once was a lady from Mass.
Who wore pantyhose made out of brass
She tripped on a drain
Fell back and exclaimed,
"These pantyhose.....are really uncomfortable!" :haveaday_