Plastic Veins I move as you do, Speak as you do, Have I no body? I experience ecstasy and defeat, I know a real body's heat, I know the chill of the ice And the dark of the night, Am I not as real as you? I live as you do, Love as you do, Have I no soul? I feel the grass between my toes, I see the water's moonlit glow, I hear the chatter from leaf to leaf, I love the rain and hold belief Am I not human too? I know you better than any other, Your words tingle in my mind, And I know you hate the eyes, That evaluate and judge and cast you behind, But despite my efforts to hide myself, I could never see anyone as I do you, Can we not forget my synthetic exterior, And kiss like real people do?

The Game Hush, as you slip along the onyx stone, as the silver silk lines you, in corporeal grace, Where the moonlight is a stagelight at midnight, this place. An outline, a silent, sinister, supple movement. The edged white, dressed in black and red, slides along with your velvet hand. Hair dances in the floating night's breeze. As you ask in silence, if my eyes betray my cards.

Unbreakable At first, she is earth, strong and #life-giver, Then, secondary, a pretty dress for a pretty picture, The warrior, the lioness, and with nothing, still richer, Whether princess or fighter, wanderer, hitcher, She is told her worth lies in male eyes, Strong but submissive and accepting the lies, She strips away her fur, and hides her true size, She runs from the humanity, in plastic disguise, But she was told to by mother, she trusted and fell, In her mind, she tortures herself, a personal hell, And the standards she set in the stories they'd tell, "You need another half, or you're an empty shell", But when she stands in the face of a million judging eyes, Heavy with burdens and baggage to the skies, Battle scars scattered on body and in mind, With the wings in her soul she can still fly, She is unbreakable.

Still Bone crackles underfoot, #life's fragile remnants spilled still glisten, The blade's fury, its fire, is tasted in the wind, The trees remember, they still speak of what was, circling to protect, The rain comes, the red remains, lest they forget their sins, The grass, once serving its own purpose, now red forever, The man comes, to lay down his sword, a furrow upon his brow, He still carries faded heartbeats, only so many regrets can one heart hold, He leaves behind his last tear, for the good men he let down, And the children sing of wars long past, fathers who never came home, And widows have their portraits, and parents have their hearts, And every passing year, the effort of every man echoes in silence, And still men in service die today, names lost in tales torn apart, A cautionary tale behind every war, a label of 'last resort', And a promise of hollow politicians pledging care home beds, And every day we go to war, to prove power, score points, And every day, more are lost, to the egos above our heads.

Midnight Hours - Link Here we go again, As the void tears and evil pours through, As the blood is spilled yet only one sword drew, Here we go again, Into the deep, the sky and the sand, Into the darkest forest, too thick to stand, Here we go again, A flute, a princess, a mirror, a mask, A wand, an ocarina, a sword, an hourglass, Here we go again, She calls across the skies and seas, She always calls, and only for me, Here we go again, The faceless hero, alone, I stand, No age, no voice, no place in this land, Here we go again, I will once again prevail, as what else can I do, Made only to win, no death when I lose, Here we go again, To play this tired game, and never rest at all, Trapped within a respawn, waiting for the fall.