"Fight of the Demi-Elemental" April 5th, 2009

The fire in my eyes burning hotter than plasmatic magma,
How my icy stare stays intact, some see as the enigma,
Those who believe that are lost within my mind,
Amazed by its intricacy, though still raw and unrefined,
Wondering how a scene as striking as this could be designed
By someone so young, with so little effort, and so little time.

The cyclonic destruction left in my wake
Looks like the aftermath of an earthquake,
Decimating those who claimed I'd never make it,
Annihilating those who attempt to break it,
Crippling those who decide to forsake it,
And eliminating those who believe they can take it.

Those who wish to observe are prepared,
Those who admire this life aren't scared,
Do not interfere and know they'll be spared,
Let it exist and stand back and stare,
Realize this calculated chaos is rare.

"He Who Finished Last, Saw The Most" March 28th, 2009

I lay here asleep, but awake,
Lying in a quiet chaos
That only the insincere can hear,
Those who falsely claim to trust my mind,
Those who are young yet race against time,
Racing for stability in a fluid setting,
Not realizing the simple joys they're letting
Pass them by.

Living by their superficial standards,
Striving for their social standings,
While all around them their life is flying,
All the while wasting life trying
To keep it all contained.

There's no grade for us
When all is said and done,
All our work will die with us,
When our time has come,
Except our impact on those who'll follow,
The young who watch all our steps,
Will we show them a life that's hollow,
Or bring contentment to all their steps?