Dorzimbra

I truly wonder if we can succeed
This adventure is closer than you think
Let us be, we are doing a good deed
So much suffering, they can hardly blink

There is no turning back
Once we are in
We will bring an end to this
The chain falls, and we begin

We kill the power in the horrid place
Picking them up and placing them with us
The power is back on, will we be seen?
I truly wonder if we can succeed

Pain

Running through the woods
Not seeing what lies ahead
Everything is now black
I dropped like a potato sack
I wake up with my eyes watery
Blood is running down my face
What has happened?
I have ran into a broken tree branch

What is the AETA?

What is the AETA?
It's a documenet that puts us away
In which we are compared to Al-Qaeda
If not for us, they wouldn't see the light of day

A document used to put on 10 years
While sitting in jail
Animals are shedding tears
Still being held without bail

Richard Lime

A man named Sue
A man named Sue, going to a deal
Then he slipped on a banana peal
Then jumped by a big mob
Started to walk and sob
Maybe he should wear his high heels

Mr. Harris
A crazy man named Mr. Harris
He now lives in a place called Paris
Running around and fell
His right leg has to sell
Now he can marry Mrs. Garris

Mr. Scone
Crazy but innocent Mr. Scone
All he did was sit and moan
He was short and was jumped
Now he is getting pumped
As a result his skin is two-tone




Mr. Zipper
Mr. Zipper tried to pop a zit
He couldn't get it and threw a fit
He punches a hole in the wall
This made him slip and fall
Now he cannot reach the first aid kit

Cinq

The farm
Death all around
This means liberation
Will all of this come to an end
Stop this

At school
Boring and dull
Try not to fall asleep
I would rather be home than here
Almost

City
Filled with people
Riding bikes, driving cars
We need to stop this pollution
Dirty

My home
Warm and cozy
Relaxing and sleeping
I wish I never had to leave
So nice

The Circle

Getting shot and waking up in another reality
Which one is real? It’s dark and has no color.
Bats swoop down, tearing away at my skin. Elyon’s
water heals my wounds. I awake in a colored forest.
They are brought together by the Great Romance.
Their leader saved my life, his name is Tanis.

How did I get here? Where is this beautiful place? Tanis
shows me around. Convincing me this is reality.
I meet a woman named Rachelle. They say that the Great Romance
has brought us both together. This palace has so much color.
I lie down and fall asleep. No longer in the colored forest.
My head has a wound. They say that it cured me. Water of Elyon.

I start to believe that this reality is not real. But Elyon
convinces me otherwise. I wake up again and all I see is Tanis
standing on the edge of the bridge to the black forest.
Teeleh takes him and the blackness spreads. This reality,
I know now is real. The black takes over the beautiful color
of the colored forest. Only one thing remains, the Great Romance.

Me, Rachelle and Johan take cover in a hut. The Great Romance
is fading away from us. Up on the hill, saving us, we see Elyon.
I look over and see that Rachelle's skin is grey. The color
in her face is gone. With Teeleh killing Tanis
everything that had color is now dead. I must save this reality.
Now the colored forest, has turned into the black forest.

We are guided through the desert to a southern forest.
It was like the forest back home. The Great Romance
holds us together. I fell asleep again, waking in the other reality.
Once again, he has saved us. There is a lake. Elyon
says that we must bath everyday or the disease will come. Tanis's
death has impacted us all. We still miss the colored forest color.

After bathing our skin has returned to its normal peachy color.
We start to construct our home here, its not to bad in this forest.
Ten years pass, an army lead by Qurong who was once Tanis,
but has been taken by the disease. They don't have the Great Romance.
They raid our southern forest and we realize that Elyon
is our friend Justin. Murdered in the lake, no more healing in reality.

The new Tanis, his skin is an awful color.
In this reality we drown ourselves, and flee from the forest.
'Cause of the Great Romance we have formed the Circle, Thank Elyon.

Mind Clutch

I see too much
I try to sort it all out
But my mind is moving about and about
Because it is no longer in a clutch

I suppose it is time to move on
My mind is finall free and own its own
The broken barrier is still unknown
Before I know it, my thoughts will be gone

The Howl of 2009

As time goes on
this generation
is lazier than ever
Many could of had a future
but there is one in particular
loved construction
and working with his hands
Starting to distance himself
getting new friends
The kinds of friends
who waste away
their lives with drugs
Lost his job
and ditched school
When this bear
can't reach the honey nest
he is furious with rage
that honey is like his fix
his friends are not true to him
if this did not exist
neither would their friendship
Sometimes I feel that one individual
is all it takes
You take out a leg, and we all fall
like the legs of a tripod
We all get lazier everyday
the earth is speeding its way
of deteriorating
It is all because you us
We are lazy
We make bad choices
Too lazy to go out of our way
to simply reuse resources
or simply make a change
in our lives
We all are afraid of the change
they say it is wrong
just to make themselves feel better
they would rather spend their time
spending money on useless possesions
they need their material comfort

The right thing is wrong

Many living in agony
A few believers stand up for what is right
Such extreme sentences just for this night
They bring freedom to the suffering

How is it that rapists get less time?
Needles stabbed into them for stupid tests
They look upon them as such little pests
No can you spot the real terrorist?

Villians

Break and enter to set them free
Today will be the day
We do not need a key

Many horrors lie ahead that I will have to see
Solving this problem, this is the only way
Break and enter to set them free

Eyes sewn shut, I could not let them be
I hope all of them will be okay
We do not need a key

Set them free, that is a guarantee
Their lives are fading to gray
Break and enter to set them free

Call it terrorism and disagree
But their skin is slowly starting to decay
We do not need a key

The blue lights show, only able to grab three
This torture is not only in the US of A.
Break and enter to set them free
We do not need a key

The Window

Straight ahead lies a shed
To the left a scenary of plants, the right is a vegetable garden
Deer tracks in the snow, I can never catch a glimpse of this doe
The trees move lightly and they blow a breeze to my face
These trees shadows are growing and the air is getting cooler
I see the dim spot light from the distant house through the oak trees

These are the days

Grass
green
soft
and
warm
sun
shining
warmth
of
june

Song of Myself

Living day to day
no one doing a thing
wanting to change the world
but I sit here thinking
nobody cares
they just don't seem
to understand with
supply and demand
we all must come together
and stop all of this
sometimes you just feel done
feel like everyone you meet
is filled with ignorance
that they will never change
no feelings, cold hearted
saying that we screw
everything up
looking for the littlest
excuses to not stop
what they are doing
even though deep down
they know they are wrong
feeling alone in the world
no place to stop
bringing food everywhere
feeling rude
but this is my way
overtime things will change
Prop 2 passed
is the beginning
of all of this
long after my time
is done
everyone will be
free

Secondary

The tall trees
smell of pine
sounds of birds

soft popping and snapping orange glow
the warmth of the gooey white puffs
then tumbling off to bed

Not DEAD

Full of energy
Fast, jumping and yelling
This has its meaning
It's like having six shots of espresso
Slowly fading away
But it is still alive to this day
It will always be lving
Because Punk is not Dead

Economy

There he was walking downtown
sitting on the blue bench
oh, he hates waiting for the bus
It's finally there, it has dents

A rundown looking bus
He paid and had a seat
Looking around and wondering
This job he needs to keep

Fatalist

There was a fatalist
so lost and abysmal
There was a zephyr in the air
But he did not dare
to continue, but joy overtook him
when he arrived
there was no pandenonium
Everyone living life
like they did not care

Thins were soon to change
The area he came to
our kismet was approaching
Calamity was soon to come
everyone runnin away
like that, there was no more fun
Trepidation everywhere
These rebels slaying
like they do not care

The sun rises
The rebels have severed so many
The chaos is over, they all resent
How can they live in peace again
Nirvana will never be present