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It was suggested to me that I share my poetry, so I've created this little corner for me to 'share' it in. I'm not really looking for publicity. I have just become curious what others will think after my friend pestered me so much. Enough of that, though. The poetry now...

The End (original, I know)
The Light of a new Day,
Rises to make the Shadows fade away,
In a changing World, it's the only Truth,
The only Constant, never to go astray...
...Until that fateful Day:
The End of the World
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SSDD
The Sun arouses me from sleep,
and routine begins my day.
School blurs and drags by...
and at the end there's only one thing to say.
How does the saying go?
Same s**t, different day.
There's nothing left to busy my waking hours;
No book to read nor game to play.
Nothing new to see or do,
but I still find some way...
Any way to pass the time when it's all just...
Same s**t, different day.
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Robot
It's the most efficient way.
Logic is the key.
That's how it spends each day.
The call for attention is its silent plea.
Intelligence created via ingenuity of mechanics.
Both were formulated by its Creator.
Each option he picks,
Each option is the perfect or...
There is no other choice;
Only the right.
Its plights are never given voice.
All calculations are quiet and locked tight.
This is not Human.
This is Robot.
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Dragon Rides Again
On wings of leathery skin,
and a saddle of scales,
We soar through the clouds,
rising up and up until we reach the Sun.
With a flip, We begin our dive,
spiraling toward the Earth in freefall.
A pull at the last second,
and we're skimming the water;
Azure above and azure beneath.
We shoot upward like a geyser,
and lance through the wispy whites once more.
After a peaceful lull, We dip low
to gaze at the majestic mountains bowing thousands of feet below Us.
We are accompanied by the doves, our wingmen
as We drift through the serene atmosphere--
--BEEPBEEPBEEPBE--
My fist meets the clock abruptly.
Silence dominates the air once more.
My breathing slowly relaxes and a smile graces my lips--
Dragon Rides Again.

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Final Goodbyes, Left Unread
I sit here at my bedside -- OUR bedside --
and write my final entry.
Grief forces me to abandom my usual rhythm.
My poetry ends here with your heart's final beat.
Strangled by the Monster of my creation, you are my corpse bride.
But with weeping these tears smeared upon the page, I have discovered the cure:
No bottle's bottom could ever make this ailment of mine,
this heartache of mine, abate.
Instead, I will drown my sorrows in the Rhine.
Without your encouraging love this life has lost its meaning.
As Creator of the Monster I have also lost all worth to this world.
The pain I carry and have cause will stop with this last page,
and my final Leap of Faith.
Sleep well Beloved, for our Reunion will be soon.

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Our Own Black Hole
Called upon to fill the gap, never to arrive.
Transmissions were sent, but contact was never made.
We tried tirelessly, but to no avail.
Where are we now?
Never reached the line, never found our room, our place to call home;
Empty.
Our own Black Hole in the Galaxy, crossing the gap.
A link, our own Black Hole, to equivalent ends, a covalent bond.

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Distance Minus 10 Parsecs and Counting...
A burst in the Black.
A shape, a Ship flies forth.
The screen blazes with the Message.
Minds are at ease; Our gap is filling.
Closer, closer....
Distance Minus 10 Parsecs and Counting, the Voice chants.
So close to completion!
Our chains finally destroyed, our Black Hole no longer exists.
A bond broken.
And a new one has formed. Countdown to 12-09-06-05.

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The Countdown is Over
The Message, a connection at last.
Finality.
No more 'Miscommunications' or empty seats;
A full table, well-rounded and whole again.
Our filler has arrived.
Connections build unity and partnerships blossom.
Where are we now?
At the line, finding the room, and knowing the place to call home.
We are here now.
No more connections and partnerships.
A blend, mingling, a squad acting as one; Our Unit.
The Galaxy is ours and our Galaxy knows Peace.
No more disruptions and no more assaults.
Universal Life living solely by our Physical Laws.
The Countdown is over.
A jumpstart to 12-15-22-05.

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Our Known Truth
Beyond space and time,
The untold story survives.
Greater than the metal or machines,
It exists in the red of life, solitary within our pair.
That silent secret that never held nor needed words.
Our known Truth, it requires no physical manifestation.
An eternal Truth, to survive and shape the Eons to come,
As the cycle is refreshed and restarted.
This is just one piece of the system.
All working in order, only then does it function.
Understand. This is the foundation for 08-15-13-05.

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Can You Feel It?
Can you feel it?
No, of course you can't.
No one experiences it like I do.
The rush, the exhiliration.
Adrenaline speeding through my veins.
And those quiet moments, mounting the tension between us.
Staring into their eyes, waiting for the right moment.
See it the moment.
Make a move.
Act quickly, before it escapes my grasp.
That fleeting moment.
Grab hold of it tightly.
That moment I live for.
So short, it leaves me with such haste.
That moment I crave.
To penetrate deep.
Deeper.
They scream out in agony.
The screams are such a drive.
Can you feel the knife?
Of course you can.
Steel buried in your flesh.
Slicing.
Peeling.
Bleeding on.
That moment I live for.
When your heart slows to a stop.
When the life leaves your eyes.
What a beautiful thing it is,
and leaving you useless.
I must bury it away.
Bury you with all the others.
Hide the beauty from my eyes.
Hide it so that I might see the next one.
So that I might recapture that moment.
Again and again.
Can't you feel it?