Submissions by ARGreen

when the rule steps down from the throne
who’s to judge
but pure opinion.
the ruler died, but nobody cried for the dead queen.
the land went well, to say the least
death lurked where the queen birthed
and all was done and dead in the sea.

The land in which I roamed was quite unknown.
I’d seen the land once before, as a child
I’d adore the scene in which my eyes lean.
The scene of a world never seen before.
The land was elegant in a sense of
Passion by the Creator, I wandered.
Wandering was the game and I was to
blame. I left my land astray, in dark days
I felt I had to run, but run where, this
World was mine, I hadn’t thought to make more.
It ended by the shore, out east, no more.
So now I roam, trying to find the world I
Left behind in the darkest day, I lay
The world I...

The future is now, no escape for the conservative.
as days roll with the aging sun, I realize time is done.
Time we saw, like us, got bigger with age, we knew it’d bust.
That one day clocks would roll with the dust, as do our fathers
our mothers left to fend for, and fight in man’s game, we knew
the hands would stop getting picky, then just stop completely.
Future is upon our neighbors, our friends, finally us.
At that day when children cry for their dad’s, I won’t answer.
I won’t be able to reply, my life is left in dust.
The future will spread like...