One Broken Wing
My life has been sad and it had it's ups and downs but what can I can say,
But one day I found a little black bird with one broken wing crying "misery",
So I took it home and fed it and gave it a name but still it cried "misery",
But when I tried to fix it, it bit me and scratched me and called me names,
The next day to my dismay that the bird had run away crying "misery",
Latter in my life I found again that little black bird with one broken wing,
So once again I took it home fed it and did the same but it still cried "misery",
So I forced that bird down and strapped it to the ground and fixed it's wing,
The bird bit me and scratched me and called me names but it no longer cried "misery",
When it was well the little black bird with two working wings flew away,
Since then my life got better it's still ups and downs but I can't complain,
But then I realized that "I" was the little black bird with one broken wing.
Thank You
Thank you. These words are simply not enough to express my gratitude. You gave me a life time of friendship, a lifetime of service. I didn't matter to you that I couldn't always provide you with the best life had to offer. You stayed by my side through the worst of times and the best of times. Seventeen years I knew you and you me. Thank you. Iv'e said these words manny times and you in turn, in your own way, showed me your gratitude. When I opened the door you were their, waiting for me. But, as time went on you became less active less like yourself. I could see that you were in pain tho' you made an effort to hide it. Thank you, for all the laughter. Thank you, for all the attention you gave me. Thank you, for just being their. I know I killed you before your appointed time but you were dying, perhaps, some day, you will forgive me, for I didn't what you to suffer the pain of death. Rest easy, friend. Your long service in life is over. You get to rest, while the rest of us trudge on. Rest dear friend, someday I will follow you. Until that day comes please wait for me. Thank you Miss Kitty and may your rest be peaceful.
R.I.P.
March,1995-July,2005
The Necromancers Oath
Death is the end of all things, living. In it's final moments as a living thing dies it's life force, if you could see it, illuminates the world like a star. Then imagine, if you will, the power of someone's total life energy. It must be something to marvel at. The power, the raw unyielding power. If someone could harness that they'd be unstoppable, for there power would be so great. But your power is currently fueling your body, so you need someone else's life to use. So die for me. Become food for me. Hate me if like. Scorn me if you like. Spit on me, punch me, kick me, hate me. I do not care, all I need from you is for you to die and I can wait just wait for you to die.
-By Ronin Kiheiji
I Remember
I remember Pong, I remember Pacman, I remember the game crash, I remember the game revival, I remember Final Fantasy I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X and X-2, I remember Tokyo Extreme Racer Zero, I remember 8-bit 16-bit 32-bit 64-bit 180-bit and 390-bit, I remember Atari; Sega Genesis: Nintendo; Nintendo 64; X-Box; Playsation 1 2 and 3, But what I remember most is the joy games have given me, thank you, thank you for filling the hole in my heart, thank you for helping me through times good and bad, so I'll say it loud and I'll say it proud, I'll say it in hell or on a cloud, I'll say it in the worst of wether and on the sunniest of days,
"I am a gamer, and forever shall i play!!"
Fires Fuel
One day a tyrant king sent his justly son away to the woods to play,
To the woods he had planed and set the men and his death that day,
The king, strong and fearless, had won his kingdom by might and steel,
So surprised he when the son came back with sword sheath and shield,
Their words were few their voices loud the years between them too long,
When they attacked each other the servants, vassals ran from the throng,
The battle was fierce between father and son none could see the end,
And as they clashed and clanked fire rose from the curtness and bent,
For such the hate between father and son that the battle did not sway,
Whilst the fire consumed the fighters and castle no one dared to stay,
In the morn the fire did die but what did happen to the father and son,
Did they too fade away, one triumph over another, was their battle done,
The only thing found that day was the throne sliced by the sword,
and on that sword the crown, adorned.
- Fires Fuel: By Ronin Kiheiji
Master
Sitting in a room, watching the world spin, seeing not the wold outside, waiting, waiting, waiting, but the wait has been to long, the memory of why has been lost, why am I waiting? waiting for the end? waiting for the beginning? waiting for war? for peace? why, why, why, what am I waiting for? to ascend? to live? to die? for a specific date and time? or for nothing at all? am I waiting to be consumed by the fires of hate? it was important, the reason, it was all consuming, I must not fall in love, I must not get involved in human affairs, I must not stop waiting, waiting, waiting. the observer can not just observe anymore, the observer would like to act but the observer can not, am I waiting for the master? has master abandoned me? please master give me an order ,give me purpose, give me meaning, but do not fear, I am loyal, I'll just wait here, for you, forever...
Master 2
Master. I want to wait for you, I do, but my heart seeks to move without you. If you were to order my to rip out my heart, I would do it with a smile and deliver it to you on a silver plate. But without you, I am lost. I know not the end of my wait, nor the end of my strength to do so. Doubt has spread in me, but don’t concern your self, my loyalty Is still firm master. I will not betray you. I will wait here, forever If I half to. Oh, master do you hate me? Do I insult you with my existence? Then just tell me not too and I will cease to be. For you are my master and I will do anything for you, anything at all. For that Is my loyalty to you, but come back master I grow tired and my usefulness to you grows dimmer by the day.
Master 3
Master, why do you stay away? You hate me don't you! No, I must remain steadfast. Please master call my name, please. I need you master. I know you know where I am, I saw you look in my direction. I know you saw me! No, do not yell at the master. Master please I can't take the loneliness you have subjected me to. Did I do something to displease you, and now this is my punishment? If so please forgive me, please master, please....please. You...can't....leave me...here. I don't want to be without you, master. Tell me what to do dammit! No, stop. Master I beg you tell me what you wish. Master, I am still loyal, so please.....please, I am still protecting this place. Your last order, I still remember. I still remember! Stop, yelling, at, master. I'm sorry master, my anger from being here alone is getting to me. No, master is here, you are not alone.
I'm sorry
I’m such a coward, for eight years I saw you slowly die and all I could do was watch. You’d welcome me home with open arms every day. You helped me with my spelling, I’m still not very good. Cooked delicious meals for me. You taught me the kindness that even now I still show others. Even played video games with me even though you didn’t like them. And all I could do was watch as you got sicker and sicker. I helped when I could but it got harder to look at you and not cry or betray my lie of happiness and the last thing I wanted you to feel was that I was unhappy. I wanted to see a smile on your face all the time, so I hid my problems from you even though I was being bullied at school all the time. I prayed to god almost every night asking god to get rid of whatever was plaguing you. After five years the prayer changed from saving you to ending your suffering. I asked god to kill you. You hid your pain from me but you didn’t fool me, did i fool you I wonder? Did I manage to successfully lie to you and hide my pain? I don’t know the answer. I remember when they took you to the hospital for the last time, because you fell unconscious. I had just bought you a Christmas candle as a gift, and you woke up just long enough to call me to see if I was all right. When I answered the phone I took my aggressions out on you. After all that time, never letting my emotions show, at the last minute, I fucked up. I made your last bit of life sad. If I could go back to that moment and do it over.....I’ve wanted to apologize for so long now, for everything. For all the times I made you cry, for all the times I disappointed you, for all the times I made you worry, for all the times I made you angry, and (most of all) making your last memory a sad one. I’ve tried to say them, even scream them, but the words no longer will reach you. You no longer hear them. So I’m writing them here so maybe, you'll read them, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, mom.”
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