Tag: poem

  • The Expanding Empire

    Rome has established its capital,

    And I am Caesar on the throne.

    My first imperial decree? Easy!

    It’s time to drive crime from our home.

    The streets are clean and pristine,

    And I am thanked by the masses.

    Up next, the school system is in sight,

    How will we get stronger without classes?

    Check that off the list! Done!

    Now to grow the legions, sword and fist.

    My soldiers loudly chant and hail my name,

    Let’s expand our borders with a flick of the wrist.

    Our empire expands and grows,

    Why not take over the whole world?

    It’s all more: the wealth, the power, the control,

    All throughout the lands, the Roman banner is unfurled.

    But I receive reports and council,

    There are problems on the border.

    And in the capital there is trouble,

    Good God! When will this list get shorter?

    The provinces are now rioting,

    There is a bloody civil war on my hands.

    What do you mean the treasury is empty?

    How am I to maintain control across the lands?

    The people are at my doorstep,

    They have pitchforks and nooses.

    But I am the emperor!

    And I am the emperor that never loses!

    They bust down my door,

    The people burn my palace to the ground.

    And now Caesar sees his final days,

    Soon there will be no emperor to be found.

    But Rome will still stand,

    The people will go on.

    I suppose that is good news,

    Good news… When Caesar is finally gone.

  • Writers Writing from Within

    A writer can really only write about themself,

    They are the vessel of words spoken within.

    Like a secret door opened with a book on a shelf,

    They reveal their true meaning like drunk on gin.

  • No Guts, No Glory

    Denying your fears is not facing your fears,

    No guts, no glory is the call of the prophet.

    Misunderstand that and more ugliness rears,

    Your ego will hold you on a leash like a pet.

  • So… Now What?

    Do you even remember when you turned your back away?

    Can you recall when you accepted the lies?

    Have you forgotten when you forsook your love and dreams?

    What happened to make the make-up and paint go on?

    Did you do it for revenge?

    Did you do it for money?

    Did you do it to protect yourself?

    Did you do it out of fear?

    Did you not know any better?

    Did you do it because so, too, was everyone else?

    Did you do it to ease the pain?

    Does it matter?

    Does it really matter anymore?

    You have this one life.

    This one life.

    That is it.

    So… now what?

    Will you reclaim your power?

    Will you pick up your crown?

    I hope you do, whether you are king or queen or anything in between.

    I hope you do…

    I hope I do too…

    I am rooting for you…

    After all, you are the only one that can save yourself.