A tension grew between us two,
as we just sat there me and you,
watching it unfold before our eyes,
hearing repeated angry cries,
a light grin came over my face,
as you were in your own space,
reaching ahead and unplugging the cord,
you couldn't control your giant sword,
as i am winning you wonder whats wrong,
gaining power that makes me strong,
you find the cord and plug it back in,
but not before i can finally win,
now evenly matched to be completely fair,
given the time for me to prepare,
a chance it seems to beat you first,
as it comes like a needed thirst,
the two game characters crash,
hitting hard with each giant smash,
buttons pressed and teeth show,
that winning feeling to finally know,
but just before the last deciding hit,
the power goes out and nothing is lit,
darkness as not a sound is heard,
not even the utter of any word.

Smooth mud over disturbed rock,
using eyes to engage a lock,
pressures build from behind,
as the fugitive is hard to find,
a broken twig or curled leaf,
seeing more evidence a relief,
with senses the others can't use,
given an offer he could not refuse,
finding this man innocent or not,
moving forwards to another spot,
he sees the time they gain,
knowing this man is in pain,
shot during his escape,
and blood drips from the gape,
eventually coming to a cave,
as this had become the fugitives grave.

people go to a shop or store,
looking for deals or something more,
ask the salesman can he do a deal,
just to feel good as if it is a steal,
they throw in this and that,
then escort to the welcome mat,
the sale now running through,
as another talks to you,
asking for cards or cash,
before their own systems crash,
waiting for their printout slow,
all you want to do is go,
the paper comes with a jam,
the words in mind are 'oh damn'
eventually they sort it out then,
don't assist to bring it strong young men,
loading it into a small priced car,
never to forget where they are.

More money exchanges hands,
when a confusing issue misunderstands,
while people are annoyed,
emotions poked and toyed,
a controversial moment of lies,
or when someone famous dies,
remember a legend with money,
might as well flush down the dunny,
making more for the story,
by the sadness and how gory,
blame someone to keep it going,
so the profits don't start slowing,
greed is all your media promotes,
so go and cover it with sugar coats.

Painted art of black down the eye,
A symbolic meaning to always cry,
heart of red blood drops from the chest,
birds gather sticks to be placed in a nest,
around the thigh a spinning snake on skin,
artistic mood of this deeply hidden within,
letters spell a word on fingers punched,
with wings on the back spread when hunched,
colours mixed and shades fading too,
soon they become the only memories of you,
curdled inks bubbled to rust,
underneath it all in you i mostly trust.

I see your busy as i am too,
I never wanted to drift away from you,
We used to talk each day it seems,
We used to have the same dreams,
You came to me when in need,
You gave a smile that would always exceed,
Our friendship was close and constant fun,
Our times together were as one,
Me and you thought forever was ours,
Me and you time needed devours,
To even talk is a giant leap,
To think our friendship is just asleep,
Maybe again we meet up once more,
Maybe a friendship is worth a restore.

Around it goes to repeat the same,
life is given and given is a name,
thoughts continue as if known before,
mistakes the same and some more,
felt the pain is if already knew,
more reminders as if deja-vu,
life is planned and plans held,
seeking answers being propelled,
nothing solid as it has seemed,
as though life was just dreamed,
the end of that mind mixes back,
eventually in trillions it returns to black,
igniting the plain to bring matter in,
the sheets of the universe very thin,
explosions swirls until that same part,
around it goes to then again restart.

The wind dies down into still,
flows settle their movement until,
shaking gentle bristle leaves paint sky,
clouds swirl around up high,
although the far distance set,
water colours cloud the wet,
curled wings of bird darken spots,
represented by curves and dots,
shadows brush the ground from light,
creating beauty from something flat white,
never named the world in which we see,
because it calms both you and me.

Move forth with smoke from the exhaust ahead,
cough and struggle to breathe or move over instead,
overtake that which holds you back from your road,
let go of the trailer and let spill your heavy load,
so another can pick up the pieces as you go,
now the path is clear and easy to show,
looking back and seeing the crashes behind,
inside this mess the others are blind,
turn around to help them or choose not,
having everything you need and all you got,
never making that choice while at a stop,
but now on the hill you look down from the top.

Come along to hear the words of a new leader,
soon to become a sucking blood bleeder,
hear his words of lies sounding good,
long and drawn out still not understood,
elect them to bring out of the hole,
just sell everything you own but your soul,
work harder for nothing more,
nothing from the past to restore,
blinded by the stupid stuff that shields from fact,
no time to respond and no time to act,
it has already been done and cannot stop,
we are zombies to follow until we drop,
they rely on laziness to get by,
because we do nothing but wonder why.