The Prodigy

I stared at the window,
The window stared back,
As if I'm a widow,
Confined in this room.

My words ripple the feeble,
My thoughts challenged the thoughtless,
Few comprehend,
Many falter.

Papers of unspeakable jargons,
Literary works astray rearranged,
The hundredth game I've played,
I cause them all.

Again I pass the time,
Waiting for nothing,
Yet nonetheless hoping,
For someone like me.

Paradise Lost

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I miss them,
I want them back,
I want to go back there,
I want my paradise back.

Not here where I'm at,
Not with the drones,
Not with the honks,
Not with the buzz.

There's plenty of work,
There's plenty of anger,
There's plenty of depression,
There's little of sleep.

Give back my peace,
Give back my holiday,
Give back my life,
Give back my paradise.

My paradise, lost.

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Burning tanks,
Smoking gun,
Fighting flanks,
Not fun.

Threading across the desert,
A mechanized goliath,
Built by a wizard,
With fire and death.

Machineguns ripping overhead,
Cannon shells thunder across,
Sands flying in your face,
Victory lies ahead.

I served my duty,
Where others fear,
One thing's for sure,
You don't wanna be here.

The Dreaded Writer's Block

Something is not right
My thoughts are hard to come by
Try the best as I might
The pool of ideas froze dry
Curse you dreaded writer's block!

Perhaps it's best not to sulk
The park I went for a walk
Autumn comforts the mind with ease
The fine crackle of leaves and soft breeze
Back home I went for a shock!

Ideas glimmer and work flawless
Lightbulbs flash with bright glow
Time to pen them senseless
On my laptop, typed on free flow
Here it is, posted on my blog!