mas poesias

Too
By: Josh Lamborn

Too timid for words,
Too timid to be heard,
Too tired of trying,
Too tired of crying,
Too jaded for this little dance you call love,
Too jaded to fight it anymore,
Too timid to say no,
Too tired of dying slow,
Too jaded to even try.

A True Friend
By: Josh Lamborn

Sweet dark atrophy is all I feel,
Bitter failure lingers,
Death was quick,
But the pain was immense,
Searing through my flesh and blood and bone,
I welcomed it in the end,
There was nothing left for me,
Death,
My one true friend.

Demonic Invasion
By: Josh Lamborn

Dark bodies and red eyes,
They stretch into the distance,
Odd armor and strange weapons,
Prepared to kill,
Ready to march,
Charge,
Charge,
Charge,
My brethren,
Now is the time for heaven to fall,The time has come for the demonic invasion

In Pieces
By: Josh Lamborn

It is dark here,
Your vision haunts me,
Your hand in mine as I said good-bye,
My heart was in pieces,
As was yours,
I remember that flash of black,
That crack of thunder,
I remember you…
I remember revenge…

In the Black
By: Josh Lamborn

Stars float by,
Lifeless planets,
Destructed suns,
Skeletons of other ships,
Blackness lit only by those who see fit to make their own light,
The stars are in the black,
The stars are a part of the black,
The stars hold the black together.

Rain in the Streets
By: Josh Lamborn


Rain and darkened sky,
Crackling on the street,
The trees rejoice,
The ground drinks,
No thunder cracks,
No lightning shines,
To dance in the street,
Would be a great delight,
But I am here,
Trapped inside a cage of brick and steel and glass,
A cage to keep those who have imagination in,
And the rain out…

Red Hands

by:Josh Lamborn

A terrible loss to be sure,
To think that he was killed,
Killed by my hands,
No one will know that I killed him,
I hit it well but I still know his blood is on my hands,
And now I’m paying for it,
Bit by bit,
With my sanity,
He haunts my waking and dreaming moments,
His form appears as if out of the mists of my mind,
He tells me I will pay,
Then he evanesces,
He simply isn’t there,
I dare not sleep at night he can hurt me there,
I dare not sleep any night…
I dare not sleep tonight…

so these are for B cuz she is A-mazing

Wild Angel

There stands an angel,
Yet untamed,
Thunder roll,
And heaven cry,
A tear forms in his eye,
Forsaking rule,
And blackened sky,
He dives down to earth to feel flight,
His soul is low,
And his body light,
Wings unfurl and catch the light,
Wingbeats sound,
And his spirits lift,
A smile breaks across his face,
Forgetting pain,
And turbulence too,
Feeling like a caged bird freed,
Forsaking rule,
And blackened sky,
Freedom brings a tear to his eye.






Blood Red Blade


It stabs,
Through my heart,
Wrenching free,
Covered in blood,
Dark red like that dress,
Loves cruelty stabs me as such,
Sadistic, cruel love,
Dark separation,
The space between us is pain,
The blade stabs again,
This time through my hand,
As I held it up to stop you,
Your beauty and black heart,
Ravage my body and my soul,
Sadistic, cruel love,
Dark separation,
The space between us is torture.


Your Words


Your words,
Like poison,
Ebb and flow,
Through my body,
Into my heart,
Penetrating my brain,
Like needles,
Piercing my eardrums,
Prickling my arms,
Shattering my calm,
Destroying my ego,
Tearing down the walls I've built,
Illuminating my darkness,
As I cannot lift this fog myslef,
You save me form my inner death,
You lift my dark curtain,
Freeing me from my cocoon,
The outside mocks me.

new poem, actually it was done for school but you know...

Could It Have Been a Dragon?
By: Joshua A. Lamborn

Blackened charred remains,
My friends are gone,
Simple, easy to understand,
Death was here,
Black marks on the wall,
Could it have been a dragon?
Claw marks in the sand,
Golden splatters on the ground,
Something green stuck in the sand,
It’s a scale,
Could it have been a dragon?
Heat increases,
I smell smoke,
I see the glint of emerald scales and gold blood,
Could it have been a dragon?
Most certainly it was.

First writing done solely for this blog yay!!!

Poetry of the Stars
By: Joshua A. Lamborn


The stars are poets
The greatest of all
They dare not think it
But we know it to be true
The stars write of God, of time and of life
The stars are sages
The wisest of all
The stars teach us about love, about planets far away, and about darkness
We can relate to the stars
They too are surrounded by blackness as are we
They chose to become a light of their own to ward off the darkness
We have not yet learned this from them…

Fanged Moons: The Teeth (this is from a related series of stories i hope to write)

Fanged Moons: The Teeth



His body became listless and fluid; he was now unbound by bone and nerve. Magic now flowed freely through his body. Suddenly, his body fell into a puddle, lying useless on the blood soaked ground. Out of the puddle that had constituted the whole of his body, there slowly spiraled black tendrils.
The tentacles started to wrap together to form a sort of framework. The werewolf looked on in shock as this rebel mage went through an incredible transformation.
“Damn!” the glorified dog intoned with surprise as the shape-shifter’s body took form.
“Run, wolf of the moon, run, for I will destroy you!” The dark creature threatened.
“I never back down from a fight!” The wolf replied.
“Very well, it’s your purgatory.” The fell beast roared.
The wolf’s silvery fur ruffled as the dragon blew threatening flames around him. The wolf drew his sword; silvery flames licked the edges of the blade.
Wait for it, wait for it, the wolf named Trile thought, He just keeps wasting his breath, Obviously a new recruit.
The dragon suddenly lost his breath, the flames stopped. The dragon inhaled deeply to once again spew the hideous white flames over the moon wolf.
Now! Trile thought as his sword tore deep into the dragon’s filled lungs.
The dragon’s chest quickly deflated, the rogue mage turned back into a puddle and then back to his human form clad in robes now stained dark red.
“That's how you do it, Dragon-boy!” The Joyous wolf shouted in victory.
“How did you do that?” The mage gasped.
“You were stupid enough to waste your breath, Amateur!” Trile said with a laughing voice.
“A simple mistake!” The shape-shifter screamed as his body fell limp.


“How was your hunt?” asked the benevolent leader of their pack, named Artak
“Decent, I killed a couple youngling vampires and an amateur shape-shifter.” Replied a despondent Trile.
“Any new blood?”
“No, I didn’t get any human prey that I could have sunk my fangs into without getting killed myself.”
“Oh well, we need to amass more warriors, as far as the other packs are concerned we’re a joke.” Said Artak laughingly.
“What do you expect, most of our pack consists of white-collar workers or what were white-collar workers.” Trile replied without any humor in his voice.
“Yes, well, we aren’t exactly the most vicious pack either.”
“Well, I suggest that we send some of our new recruits to become twice-bitten.” This time Trile wasn’t joking.
“You know that the twice-bitten were just a fluke.”
“But an effective fluke none-the-less.”
“Yes well, vampires don’t exactly like leaving us alive.”
“Well, if only slayers were on our side…”
“Yes, but if you truly wanted that, you would be dead.”
“We need…”
Suddenly, a great black wolf stalked into the room. This was their best warrior, their trump card. It took them awhile, but they finally noticed, his dark fur was matted with a silvery blood.
“What happened to you, Darcmun?” Artak asked.
When Darcmun opened his mouth to speak, they noticed that it was not full of canine fangs, but of human teeth. Trile unsheathed his sword. Artak just bore his teeth in a silent snarl.
Artak gave Trile a look that said Go ahead, your kill. Trile lunged at the Darcmun imposter, taking him by surprise. Trile’s sword made a long, shallow gash in the dark fur of the spy. Red blood spurted from the wound spanning the width of the shape-shifter’s chest, the spy looked down at his chest and stared back at Trile wide eyed.
“How?” The imposter asked confusedly.
“The teeth,” Trile said simply as he dropped his sword and went for a more direct approach. He lunged at the human, his fangs sunk deep into the fake wolf’s forearm that had been thrust up as a last defense.

Black And White

Black And White
By: Joshua A. Lamborn


The sign outside the cave was a sign that proudly proclaimed, “Secret lair of former villain Black Wolf, now open to interested parties!” The past owner, Black Wolf, had been granted amnesty by the 41st Amendment, nick-named the ex-villain clause; the Nebraska Supreme Court had dictated his duty to him, he was assigned an overwhelming amount of community service, but that was all.
Inside the cave Brian White, who always laughed at the irony of his pseudonym, was leading a group of squabbling children, shouting parents, and sulking teenagers all here as some sort of family bonding activity, Brian had never fully understood it. Brian was a tour-guide at Cavern Lupus, Black Wolf’s lair, and he hated his job.
“Now, to your right you will see a large chamber filled with many torture devices and cruel weapons,” Brian said with petulance, he felt no need to mask his boredom with Jokes and puns.
“Sir,” a querulous little boy in the back of the group called, “When do we see the interesting stuff?”
“This is the interesting stuff,” the exasperated Brian said.
“Well, you don’t sound interested, is your mind wandering?” the pedantically persistent child inquired.
“You wouldn’t be interested either if you were showing a bunch of ‘ooing’ and ‘ahhing’ tourists through an ex-evil genius’s lair,” Brian started to shout in his rage, but caught himself and simply settled for a threatening mono-tone, after all the inquisitor was only a child. Brian’s sharpened ears picked up an almost silent fluctuating sound, like the rolling waves of the ocean and for just a second his mind thoughts were flecked with static.
“Yes, I suppose even more so when you’ve lived here for so long,” the child said with an omniscient air.
“What do you mean by that?” Brian demanded in slight fear of discovery.
“You know exactly ‘what I mean by it,’ Black Wolf.” As the child continued on his voice got deeper and deeper. A loud gasp rose from the nearly forgotten crowd.
Brian was panic-stricken, “How did you know that?”
“You hear that ocean-like sound every once-in-a-while?” The child asked needlessly, Brian and Black Wolf nodded, “That is your thoughts and memories being siphoned of into my brain, for my use.”
“Who…who…who are you?” Brian asked as he quailed visibly.
“The one that shall bring you to justice!” The now barrel-voiced child intoned.
“You…your in the EVEC!” Anger swelled in his voice. He felt Black Wolf rising inside him to consume his soul again. He let out a primal howl and pounced on the child. The child simply threw him off. Okay, if he’s a child he’s extremely strong! Brian thought, Of course he’s not idiot, he’s with EVEC, a fanatic hero, kill him! Black Wolf’s deep, almost growling voice whispered from his sub-conscious. He noticed that all but a couple of the group were just standing there, eyes glazed over, the others were too scared to do anything. A psychic! Black Wolf always hated psychics. Now that the child’s, or should I say man’s illusion was broken he grew exponentially. The man now stood about six feet tall. Black Wolf’s instincts screamed at him to lunge forward and bear down upon this irreverent mental rapist, but Brian knew better. Brian whispered to Black Wolf, I’m going to call for help. Black Wolf’s persuasive pressure let up as he saw the better course of action.
Brian let out a sharp, pleading howl that echoed over and over in the cavernous corridor. Brian relinquished control to Black Wolf and took the control of the sub-conscious, whispering strategies to his less intelligent half, knowing that help would arrive…

* * *

After that fateful day, Brian embraced Black Wolf again, quietly forgetting his deal with the U.S. Government. Black Wolf and Brian White decided to go home with their true family, their pack…

My Life probably (probably my best recieved poem yet)

My life
Author: Joshua Lamborn

When mocked I turn
When called different I smile
When loved I love
When hated I disregard
When told the world isn’t fair
I think it doesn’t have to be
People scheming behind my back are normal
If that’s normal I want to be different
I want to hear good job not
That’s how it should be
And yet under this strain
I’m expected to be great not good
My only hope is to shine above those
Mockers and manipulators rise above the profanity and vulgarity

Work to help work to save.

Betrayal
By: Joshua A. Lamborn

A sword forged in friendship cuts deeper than one forged in emnity
If you are cut by the sword of your enemy
Does it hurt at all?
If you fall on your own blade,
Do you feel more than a little pain?
If you are stabbed in the back,
Is it not the most painful thing you have felt?
Betrayal,
It is pain,
When your blood is drained,
By a once upon a time friend.
Are you pained by self-failure,
As badly as if you had been
…Betrayed…

Defblate

Defblate
By: Joshua A. Lamborn and Dale Heinold (my uncle, I have his permission)

Captain Bryce entered the surgery. “What’s the problem Killer?”
“Follow me Captain,” replied Mercury “Killer” Robinson – chief surgeon.
Entering into on of the examination rooms the Captain saw one of the engineering crew laying on the table.
“This is Specialist Clark, he’s been in this coma for quite some time. Normally I would call this a normal black gang accident but...”
“Let me guess the diagnosis shows something, shall we say strange.” The Captain interjected.
“That would be an understatement.” Killer handed the Captain an electronic clipboard with the diagnosis report.
Bryce skimmed the report trying to interpret the medical jargon. Near the bottom of the report he read the words – “Defblate Viral Infection.” Captain Bryce sank to the chair near the bed. “Should we be in here? This stuff is highly contagious.”
“I took the precaution of micro-sealing the body and disinfecting the area prior to calling you.”
Bryce was visibly relieved. “How did he get it?”
“Unknown at this point – but we need to find out fast before it effects the entire crew.”
Bryce tapped the console by the bed. A holographic image appeared. “What can I do for you Captain?” The computer-generated face asked.
“Contact Green Team ops. Meeting in ten minutes in surgery. Make the request Extreme Need.”
“Yes sir” the hologram replied and blinked out.
For those few of you still in the dark about the Defblate, it is a highly contagious, highly dangerous, fast acting mutagenic virus. Defblate and the other hundred or so mutagenic viruses had been dredged up by rouge gene-splicing experiments over the past hundred years.
All five Green Team operatives had been eating lunch and lounging about in their shared quarters, when the emerald alarm in their quarters flashed into life, the sudden burst of light was accompanied shriek that was reminiscent of the one that belonged to the squealfrict beast of Alpha Centauri 5. They had been trained for this moment, rushing out the door and toward the surgery wing…
“We need .01 cc of quell blood.” Captain Bryce half-stated, half-demanded.
“Here.” said one of the nurses after several drawn-out moments.
Quell blood is a luminous green color, extracted from a quell, the benign beast of evangel XX, and diluted for medical use the only problem with even diluted quell blood is it was incredibly strog and therefore had to be administered in incredibly small dose, anything bigger could be fatal to the patient.
At that moment the five Green Team ops. came pounding into the surgery wing just as the quell blood was being injected into the patient, the rapid change in the patients body suddenly came to a screeching halt.
“Good, Green Team, prepare for yourselves for injection into the blood-stream.” said Bryce.
Green Team walked sullenly toward the odd, dome-shaped machine that meant they would become terribly diminutive. Green Team had been through this machine several hundred times. Shrinking was one of their least favorite exercises, and, unfortunately, it was their considerably paying job. Several times before they had lost operatives on a mission. Unfortunately, their profession was not one of incredible glamour, no one really wants to get stepped on by a colleague, or eaten by a lunatic paramecium. So they were the last of a dying breed.
They stood inside the dome, ready to destroy a few pacified viruses
“Green Team ready?” They heard Killer inquire amidst bursts of static from they’re headset.

“Sir, Green Team ready, Sir!” the leader, named Jon, answered.
Killer flipped the switch on his wrist-mounted control panel, and watched Green Team slowly shrink to the size of a virus. All eyes turned on to the large silvery screen as it flashed into blazing life. About three fourths of the way through the process the camera zoomed in an inconceivable amount, the number in the corner indicated a one million percent zoom. Green Team was smaller than the smaller than molecules of dirt on the dome’s floor. The camera made another bound in the amount of zoom, the indicator in the corner of the screen indicated a one billion percent zoom as the process was completed.
“How does it feel?” one doctor had asked of them before.
“Like the universe just got that much bigger.” Had always been their answer to those questions; it was pretty well a rule that had gone unspoken that this was to be your standard answer if asked.
Killer walked into the dome with syringe in hand. The Green Team’s uniforms had a reason to be quell green; there they were in a patch of green light on the floor. The suits automatically lit up when shrunken, which, unfortunately meant that the first time they washed the uniforms, they were about as hard to spot in the field as the titanic on land.
Killer laid the syringe on the cold metal floor of the dome. Green Team expertly made their way into the syringe stuffed with their mode of transportation, a Syris NG. A Syris NG’s purpose was to navigate the bloodstream in such a way that didn’t rip it open.
They were injected into the bloodstream and took off. The Syris NG’s engines roared into life as they experienced whiplash from the incredible force that now pressed against them. After a while, the force subsided and they were traveling at a steady pace through the bloodstream.
At this point Killer came through over their headsets, “Continue this way,” he said as a red arrow appeared in what should have been a windshield.
“We copy, Sir!” several of them replied at once.
“Good, we tracked the symptoms origin dead ahead of your position,” he added mater of factly.
At that moment, they approached the spot, the origin of the symptoms; they had seen this several times before, but never as bad as this.
“Sir, we may need a bigger Syris.” Jon said into his headset mic, half telling half pleading Killer.
“Is it that bad?” Killer inquired.
“Sir-“
“Yes, I know, but it has to be done. Good bye gentlemen, it has been an honor working with you.”
Jon flipped the switch labeled PANIC BUTTON on the panel in front of him. They had to stop this virus from spreading throughout this man’s entire body. If this man underwent the full process the entire ship would be doomed, one ‘blate could kill everyone on the ship.
A countdown flashed on the screen 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1. There was a relatively large explosion. This was not a destructive explosion, unless you were a Defblate viral cell.
Killer watched the monitor; they had lost five brave men that day, but those brave souls had saved those of over a thousand. Or so they think, Killer thought.
Killer ripped the pale white skin off his body. Bryce reached for his gun, but it was too late, the skeletal mass that had been his comrade bore down upon him. Bryce’s last dying words were over an interstellar version of the CV radio, “This is the ‘blate’s bane, en route to the Evangel system, do not board the ship when it lands, there is a ‘bl-“

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