The Kinesthesiac (H-to-O, "K", poem by Screech)

Here is poem number 4 in the H-to-O collection.
it's called "The Kinesthesiac" which is not a word that exists, but in my dictionary it means someone who keeps moving, someone who doesn't stop for others, why? read on.

"The Kinesthesiac"

He sees the void he runs,

From an illusion called control.

He wants to be his own,

For ever and ever more.

As the skies turn from blue to red to grey,

His eyes keep wandering form one to another astray.

Blindness he sees all around and starts to wonder,

Why everyone is so still, when the world is torn asunder.

He sees happy bubbles, and sad sad houses.

He sees cute cuddles, and mad mad arouses.

He sees great dreams, and small small sparks.

He sees a few downstream, and many more in the darks.

He observes the static and fails to understand,

Why they hold onto dreams and lands,

He observes the static and goes his own way,

A kinesthesiac, one who keeps moving, always.

He hears the rain, he calms,

Due to the delusion called control.

He wants to hear this encore,

Always and forever more.

As the sky changes from black to red to blue,

His ears keep listening, to all the lies and trues.

Silence he hears all around and he starts to think,

Why everyone loves to be so close to the brink.

He hears excited shouts, and crazy crazy screams,

He hears droning moans, and lazy lazy reveals.

He hears amazing speeches, and tiny tiny voices,

He hears some break the silence, and many more deaf in the noises.

He observes the static but fails to realize,

Why they hold onto memories like a prize,

He observes the static but he rarely ever stays,

A kinesthesiac, one who keeps moving, always.

He never stops, he keeps on going,

The man who can't be glued.

He doesn't wait, but understands,

That others don't like the ablude.

So he keeps on walking, trying to figure out,

The words of the static, and what they're on about.

But he's too afraid to stop,

Should he turn static himself,

Then there will be none,

That can see beyond all hell.

So he will stick around, but not for long,

He's the kinesthesiac, on who keeps moving on.

look out for the next release- "Lady Of The Stars"

cheers... ScreechDrummer

Jack Of All Trades (H-to-O, "J", poem by Screech)

And the third one.
Jack of all trades is really straightforward, a guy who's good at everything.
But the other side of this definition is never considered, what if a Jack of all trades wants to be the best at something?
Can he just be good at everything or can he become the best at something if he wants? If he doesn't achieve it, what happens?
That's what this is about.
Read on, enjoy.

Jack Of All Trades

I am lost,

I've no direction,

I don't know where to begin.

I've been gone for far too long,

And my powers are all stretched thin.

I had dreams,

I had some visions,

I don't know where they went.

I've been good for far too long,

And I think I'm finally spent.

I was strong,

I had aggression,

I don't know when it stopped.

I've been safe for far too long,

And now I think my mind is locked.

I was great,

I had cohesion,

I don't know how I was a god.

I've been mortal for far too long,

And the feeling just feels odd.

Never the best, I was good at the rest,

So my failures should be far from few.

But now I'm insane, my work is my pain,

So here's what I say to you.

Master of nothing, I've been this way,

Far too long I've been going astray,

Jack of all trades, that's what they say,

Far too long I've been cast away.

I was mighty,

I was invincible,

I was the one to hold the crown.

I've been on the top for far too long,

And now I think I will hit the ground.

I'm sick of being good,

I'm sick of being tired,

I'm sick of the times I've not been inspired.

I'm sick of these words,

I'm sick of these notes,

I'm sick of the times I've written these quotes.

I'm sick of the world,

I'm sick of the people,

I'm sick of the millions and millions of sheeple.

I'm sick of the power,

I'm sick of the greed,

I'm sick of the ones who think they're in need.

What the hell went wrong?

Why am I losing?

Is this what they mean, by decomposing?

How the hell am I here, How am I mediocre,

When I was the best, When I was my stoker.

Where did it go? Where is it lost?

Am I searching for something that isn't the cause?

So here I still am, Just walking true,

And here is what I will say to you.

Master of nothing, So I've been called,

Leaving the people agape and appalled,

Jack of all trades, they say I recall,

Still better than most, I'm afraid, after all.

keep a lookout for the next one- The Kinesthesiac

Cheers... ScreechDrummer

The Insomniac (H-to-O, "I", poem by Screech)

and here's the second poem readers!
I had internet issues today, otherwise I would've posted it in the morning itself, nevertheless, the insomniac seems pretty straightforward when you hear the name, the poem itself is not exactly so.
I feel it's definitely one of my best works so far, so read on and enjoy!

"The Insomniac"

Looking out the window he sees,

a sky filled just with stars.

Darkness has taken over his world,

He waits for the moon to talk.

Winter nights have made him more cold,

The fire is all but gone.

Dreams with his open eyes,

The ceiling holds his art.

A yearning that just won't go away,

His eyes look for his heart.

He lies waiting for his sleep,

His insomnia has no cure,

He longs for those sweet, sweet dreams,

His hell has no exit door.

Waiting for a knock on the door,

He makes an excuse to wake.

Memories of his forgotten lore,

Slowly return to ease the ache.

Silence whispers in his ears,

As he dreams with open eyes,

Of what he could and would have done,

If only his will had survived.

Waiting for the crimson to break through,

His soul wanders in the night.

The darkness at times feels so true,

Like the black that seems so bright.

He paints his dreams in the air,

And his breath erases it all away.

He longs for a sweet. sweet voice,

As the wind makes it all decay.

A new day ends when the sun sets again,

The people keep asking him to live in yesterday,

His sanity is what drives them insane,

A different truth is just lies for the mundane.

The venom of words hangs in the air,

Burning hot like the light of Altair,

Mocking away at his castles in the air,

Winding his thoughts like heaven's stair.

His eyes close long before the sunrise,

His thoughts quiet down as the sky goes cerise.

Sleep envelops him at the end of the night,

The insomniac rests as the world runs outside.

Cheers... ScreechDrummer

Heart Of Silicon (H-to-O, "H", poem by Screech)

the first one is here readers!
"Heart Of Silicon"

the thought process was, Silicon being a semi-conductor, doesn't conduct fully, nor does it resist fully.
well after a LOT of thinking, Heart Of Silicon came about, about a person who lives for keeping the balance in the world.
it was an interesting concept to me, so here is what I wrote.

"Heart Of Silicon"

Right or wrong, the world decides,

But I give strength to the weaker side.

Good or evil, the world chooses,

But I take the side of the one who loses.

I strive to be just,

To be equal to all,

I am the one to trust,

I have a heart of silicon.

Who is in power, the world will fight,

But I give power to the powerless might.

Who is the leader, the world will vote,

But I am the one who rows the drowning boat.

Who is the martyr, the world will cry,

But I give life, to the ones who die.

Who is true, the world builds the spire,

But I spread darkness in the light of the liar.

I live to be fair,

To give a chance to you all,

I am the one who dares,

I have a heart of silicon.

Who gets to fly, the people make the choice,

But I shoot down those, who stay above the noise.

When the world is to sleep, the world will wake,

But I will give to the ones, who can't take.

I live to be the balance,

To keep the world going on,

I am who defies the defiance,

I have a heart of silicon.

Coming Soon- "The Insomniac"

Cheers... ScreechDrummer

Overhaul (Announcement of H-to-O and more... by Screech)

Hello readers of the blog.
It's been a long year since I've been away from here, BUT, I have been working on something.
I was not in a good place mentally when I posted the last chapter of Christmas Missile (which has been removed, I'll get to that in a second) but, I've been working on "H-to-O" and another story as I've mentioned before.
First things first, The Christmas Missile will have to be scrapped, because, there was a fire in my house, which burned down my previous PC, which had all my future ideas about the stories and videos (for my YouTube channel). More info is in the video below.

In any case, the poems were backed up on my phone, so they were safe, mostly, other than the few of them which were saved in documents on my PC.
Now, leaving the worst behind, I moved on to complete what I had started, HtoO, which is a collection of poems and ballads starting from the letter H to the letter O. I begun work on this in November last year, but the ideas have been there for longer than that.

It's finally complete, it's done. I will be releasing them on this blog with their artwork (which are just public domain images and my editing mixed together :P )
So I hope you like the poems, and hope that you feel the emotions that you want to feel, thank you for still reading this blog, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
So keep a lookout for the first two poems, "Heart Of Silicon" and "The Insomniac".
CHEERS... SCREECHDRUMMER