The spaceship attacks the enemy ahead,
Firing lasers through to damage and shred,
Flying to low as his copilot calls out,
Crashing to the planet being thrown about,
Dragging his copilot from the ship,
With a cracked skull and broken hip,
He died on the rock while the pilot cried,
Buried under rocks with cross where he died,
Searching for the enemy that also crashed,
Finding it near a pool he splashed,
Trying to attack but outsmarted fast,
They soon learn to trust each other at last,
With falling meteors and religion taught,
Then wondering why they ever fought,
The pilot search the lands to return soon,
Over a hill and past a volcanic dune,
Coming back to a pregnant deal,
Not knowing where comes the next meal,
Death at the time of birth of the small,
Soon he grows fast and really tall,
The pilot defends against the men on a hill,
They shot him and took the boy thinking a kill,
Found by his friends and healed to health,
He flies back down to invade with stealth,
Finding the boy he cares so much,
Calling him uncle at the soft touch,
Taken home to speak the words of the drak,
To soon be in alliance to end the attack,
To have peace as a moral in the movies design,
The movie I tell about is enemy mine.

at a time when everyone got along,
we all sang together in the same style song,
then found versions different than the lyrics written,
the frustration began to build when some were bitten,
more wounds that followed caused by bitches with nails,
this caused the group to separate leaving trails,
which do i follow after being equal in this group,
only waiting in the winds and walking in a loop,
if i choose a side do i get labelled by the other,
or maybe i just walk my own path to discover.

there were these two bad ass killers sitting still,
they were having an argument and ready to kill,
i laughed a little while waiting for them to start,
after everyone else stood holding them apart,
they both went into the place across the street,
which i thought this would be a killing so sweet,
i heard punching and kicking with sounds of pain,
after imagining what was happening in my brain,
i opened the door to see what mess they made,
that is when my hopes began to fade,
they were playing a fighting video game at the table,
i got so depressed i killed them both with the game cable.

destruction lays in their path,
as i follow the aftermath,
a never ending circle i tread,
with the gut feelings i dread,
sometimes i catch up near,
but then it always brings me fear,
as i clean up their mess left behind,
even after I'm finished i still find,
the hopes are soon they will stop,
then maybe ill be on top,
for years i never knew where i been,
because i am a parent of a teen.

fighting for the title to put his name up high,
the battle rages on without a hurtful cry,
punches thrown from each hand hard,
ready like mind reading to block and guard,
bursting out and fast when taking a chance,
their feet move together as if in a dance,
equal to their build with muscles on their back,
they both getting tired move in for an attack,
hitting harder than ever just to end this fight,
they both fall knocked out after both a hard right.

Eating the base and topping,
My mouth bite never stopping,
Baked cheese across the meat,
Settling deep after all to eat,
Aftertaste burped from inside,
Expanding my stomach so wide,
As I give the cook a happy cheer,
I'll find the next morning pizza rear.

when insulted by someone you dont know,
always be nice and put on a show,
this pisses them off more as you rub it in,
they dont understand you just made a win,
with intent to piss you off with words of hate,
treat them instead like a long lost mate,
they get it turned back as good defeats bad,
instead of getting even when mad.

this is about kezia; who is true blue,
as i write a poem; just for only you,
when i see her; a smile grows on my face,
but dont worry about anything; growing in another place,
its a pleasure to say; you are a true friend,
anyone else here; can say it until the end,
always wanting fun; which is hard to find,
and when we are sad; you are always kind,
if you think you are not important; just let me say,
you are special to me; in every possible way.

the ants move like cars in a line passing by,
collecting food while the ground is still dry,
they quickly hide away when there is a sign of rain,
as they built their home so the water wont drain,
some damage is done to their little nest,
but they build it back the same without rest,
for such a small creature with so much to do,
why does it exist and if we only knew?

the flooded waters wash over the dirty car,
while the two people are trapped where they are,
the rescue helicopter arrives to save their life,
with one child and the woman a normal housewife,
the man is lowered and drops down on his rope,
taking the child first with all the mothers hope,
the man lowers again as the waters rise,
washed away from the top of her car a surprise,
the waters pull her down and up from the brown murk,
as the helicopter pilot moves down for this to work,
dropping the man on the rope into the watered cold,
he grabbed her by the hand so this story could be told.