Handing out pain with his fingers
Ending their lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Killing them swiftly with his blades
Tearing their whole lives with his swords
Killing them swiftly with his blades
I heard about this Spartan,
his awesome fighting style
and so I picked up this game
to play it for a while
and there he was in combat
tearing a cyclops’ eye
He was this tortured reaver,
so lonely in a crowd
He shreds them all like lettuce
and yells his lines out loud.
His life bar they diminished
but he kept fighting on
His fate depended on me,
which fueled a deep despair.
His last fight was with some god
with orange-colored hair
and though he gained forgiveness
he knows he had done wrong
This very weak mage
begrudgingly succumbs to
bullshit ninjitsu
This is my blood stain
three steps from where a note read
“Beware of ambush”
Quickly forgotten –
that arrow through your forehead
thanks to my Thief’s Ring
When this lady says
“touch the demon inside me,”
I suggest you do.
The sticky white stuff
is not what you think it is,
you filthy bastard!
A small oversight –
Gecko hides behind vendor
no stabby stabby!
In this distant land,
there are stingrays in the air.
I miss Steve Irwin
After many deaths
there is no ounce of remorse
sniping Flame Lurker
Eighteen thousand souls
taken by a skeleton
around the corner
Thirty thousand souls
lost by rolling off a cliff
Meh, I’ll farm it back
Renewed confidence –
Three arrows and a reaper:
I can has more souls?
This poem was inspired by a character in a book called “Ring Dragonz” written by my brother-in-law Mister Rengerz. SPOILER ALERT — if you haven’t read the book and don’t want to read any possible plot spoilers, don’t read the poem at the end of this post. In any case, head over to ringdragonz.com for more on the awesome book.
Ping’s Lament
Somewhere in a distant dream
a lifetime lived against the stream
I tried to calm each fearful scream
Years of sorrow passing by –
The others here before Anne Mai
I wept as I was forced to watch them die
To dry the tears of countless eyes
to banish the evil I despise
I gave my life in sacrifice
Now here I stand, dear maker-king
who made me and the dragon’s ring
Is there room in your home for Ping?
Enchanted brick of your design
who did the work of the divine –
Is the reward of Heaven mine?
From earth and clay I was wrought
born from my creator’s thought
a pawn in someone else’s plot?
I implore you, my soul momentarily revive
I need to know — did they survive?
Is my friend Anne Mai alive?
It breaks my heart to hear you when
you say Enchanted Bricks are not like Man
when I just want to see her smile again.
You and all your friends
unconscious after a brawl
Boo ya! I’m Batman
Warden’s DNA
leaves a trail I must follow
Eww, Gross! I’m Batman
Those Goth Girls are hot!
Check out Harley and Ivy –
Aww yea, I’m Batman
Nigma hiding stuff
in places I can’t reach yet.
Come on! I’m Batman!!
Enough with the vents
Why can’t I blow up a door,
damn it? I’m Batman!
Hallucinogen
Reliving the tragic past.
Mom, dad, I’m Batman
Psychotherapy
Cannot contain my madness –
The Clown Prince of Crime
Logging people on,
handing out headphones to kids,
hanging out with Sue
A magic school bus,
an outdated Encarta,
Barney is Evil
Can I have more time?
Excuse me, miss, I can’t hear.
My thing is broken.
You don’t have no books
on Ancient Egypt, he asked.
I would have said “Yes”
The science projects,
the California Missions,
What is the state bird?
Restraint and patience –
admirable virtues from
someone with good aim
If indeed ’tis true
that children are our future,
when’s Armageddon?
Hey! Pass me the glue –
sticks and paper come alive
as if by magic
Being Grandma Sue,
she held Pierre in her arms
dressed like a pirate
Enjoy retirement
This place will not be the same.
Thanks for everything