"Death"
An erie shadow drifts along at night
For some, it creates fear,
Yet others do embrace this lonely soul,
Some still fight him,
Though they cannot win,
For no one can prevail against two things,
They are Life, and Death.
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
Dec 3, 99
"Light"
Light,
Whether it means photons or good,
Seldom someone sees it true,
For always evil lurks.
But what can be real without a shadow?
Unless it is glass.
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
Dec 4, 99
Untitled for now...
A silence fills the land as young man dies,
Though he is not truly dead,
He has suffered a fate worse than death,
If he was thinking,
He would not have suffered,
But now that he cannot think,
He cannot make it up,
Why is he a vegetable?
Why won't his parents let what should happen, happen?
Some humans like to play God to much,
But you cannot revive the dead.
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
Dec 8, 99
"Lost"
He waits, alone,
He is at a corner,
And does not know,
North from South,
East from West,
Left from Right,
Or up from down.
He is silent,
Wondering which way to go,
The friendly path,
Or the dangerous one.
He thinks a moment,
Then decides,
The one that has not been listed.
The one one takes when one has been dismayed,
The hole, the dark,
The perilous pit,
The black.
And as he falls, he grabs handhold,
In realization to his thought.
It is to late,
His destiny has been executed,
And he has died.
Which path would you choose,
If given one you had to use?
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
2-23-00
"The Good Student"
A man sits in a chair,
In a room,
The walls are white.
The air is light,
He is secure,
Without fright.
A shadow looms in his mind,
No teacher,
Other than God,
Is smarter than him,
He refuses to teach.
He wants to learn all.
He is greed,
At its most.
He will not share,
He will not boast.
His beard is long now,
His eyes are grim.
He sees a man,
He smiles at him.
He asks him why
He does not teach.
He responds,
In his eyes,
He himself does not know why.
The man tells him why he should,
Giving any gift is good,
And all knowledge,
Is a gift.
The old man looks into his eyes,
His tears are rather large in size.
He says to him,
I thank thee,
That was the best thing
Anyone taught me.
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
1-26-00
"War"
A storm approaches,
But it is not a storm of water or ice,
It is a storm of men.
It is approaching me and my troop,
With rage,
Fury,
And the blood lust of War.
Their general walks up to me,
He says, in a sickeningly calm voice,
"Do you surrender without a fight?"
I look at him, a subtle grin spreads across my face,
I shake my head, he glares.
He looks at me once, then again twice,
"You have courage son," he says.
I look at him as he has his men draw their guns,
He looks at me and says "This is your last chance,"
The first time I have spoken for the day, I respond,
"Surrender, ha, why, will it make a difference?"
"You outnumber me, 12 to 1 if you take me, we will die inevitable."
My men put on their masks, a sicken grin across the generals face,
A mummer, of that of a locust swarm, descending on a field.
I look up, a not to my surprise I see an enemy plane,
Dropping nerve gas over the scene.
I grin again at the general,
"It surprises me,
That you know your own bombing locations,
Less than you know ours."
His look of that a pure terror as the gas begins to envelop my men,
He fumbles for a gas mask, though I have one,
I do not, I have already lost the fight,
Before it had begun.
The grenade behind my back explodes,
The ruthlessness in my eyes,
The other general screams,
Then we both are gone.
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
2-23-00
"The Scientist"
As he walks down the well lit hall,
He hears the sound of a fluorescent light.
He hears two men about to fight.
He hears a scream,
He hears a cry.
He knows that he is soon to die.
He sees white wall.
He sees the tile.
He sees six children single-file.
He sees a beam,
He sees a tie.
He knows that he is soon to die.
He enters the room,
He see three men,
With guns,
He designed for them.
He sees his wife and children cry.
For any last words he only replies,
"Do the ends justify the means?"
He is then shot,
His wife and kids, together cry,
As they to are shot,
And then die.
-Dr.Blaise Xichlore
1-2-00