Prologue
The year is 3040, and the earth and its other joined planets has finally made contact with aliens through the use of hyperspace communicators and hyper pulse space engines developed in the year 3000. The aliens put up a friendly façade for the world leaders of earth, but in reality, its primary goal was to either enslave or destroy mankind. As word of destroyed colonies on far-away planets that were just terra-formed for human use leaked out to the general public, the leaders of earth realized that something had to be done about the alien threat before the populace went crazy. They sent out a fleet of capital starships, and destr
"Will, captain Will of the Intrepid Bravo squadron."
"We saw your robot from the city security cameras, an that was a great bit of piloting!"
"Thanks, I learned at the academy."
"The academy! I don't know anything about an academy, but I say that I'm a ok pilot myself!"
"Maybe we can test that later eh?"
"Maybe, but the stop is up now." The train had silently and smoothly slowed to a crawl, pulling up to the station. In the station, there were hundreds of people, some guarding the station entrance with their guns, others working and going about their lives as indifferently as it was possible to be, but most were holding bags and
Monsters, monsters,
where do they come?
O, my monsters, my monsters,
from where art they spawned?
O, my monsters,
O, our monsters,
They are never gone!
They are always in our mind,
So if it is all in your head,
Think you can kill them,
merely think one thought and
Blam!
Their dead,
No more monsters,
None inside your head,
Nothing but the memories of them remain,
spawning more and more from your brain.
I keep my weakness in a jar,
With glowing lights,
And painfull passion,
Along with the dragon called emotion,
Plus it's companion Foolish.
Neon lights,
So very bright,
A-glowing in my skull,
Ramming against my cranium,
Not so unlike a bull,
So then i put it in the jar.
Painfull passion,
So painfully unreal,
Like a fire in my mind it burned,
leaving it like an empty vessel to rebuild,
And then i put it in the jar.
The emotion dragon,
sleeping until i get angry,
It produces the smoke that seems to pour from my ears,
Smoke makes tears,
And the smoke made me choke,
So then i put him in the jar.
It's companion foolish,
was m
I sit on the beach, i'm not worried about getting sandy, And the sand is warm and beautiful, with a golden-hued color. The sun is warm and it warms me to my soul, though i was cold before i came, i am warm now. There is a breeze along with the sun's warmth, and it feels good. To the front is the water, to my back is a tropical forest, and to the right and left are some rocks and coconut trees. I realize that i dont have to move to see. I merely sit indian-style with my palms face up on my knees and close my eyes, peaceful. I see the forest with its vibrant green colors. I hear the faint sounds of birdsong. the trees give shade to my p
Long hours spent with many a sleepless night
Never a single human being in sight because
They all seem like little robots
In their routine worlds
They run about with their Coffey in hand
Running their subroutine lives,
Syntax error, over flow,
Sensory input and output for others is not enough to show,
Careless and wicked
They plot their lives
Running over the people around them, and between
They think that they'll achieve happiness through sex drugs or money or materials,
But there's only one thing that brings happiness,
It's love,
And there seems to be not enough for people to share
Because they hoard that too,
Like everythin