The Rebel Is Not Dead (Poem Collection by Screech)

Six Months, Six Poems.

That's how it has been my dear readers.

I've not posted for a while, and I'm thinking this will be a recurring theme.

So, let's get straight to the point... :P

"The Rebel Is Not Dead" is essentially a story about a person who used to get all his energy from his anger.

But when he met two lost souls, all the rage built up inside him started to fade, and he kind of lost his way...

But, as all stories go, he found a way to get his energy back... how? that's for you to read on and find out.

This page has links to all the poems in this collection. Read on... and may these words help you some sunny day ;)

Ice Queen (Lost Souls Part 1)

Dämon Kaiser (Lost Souls Part 2)

Harmony (Lost Souls Part 3)

The Best Of Both Worlds

The Rebel Is Not Dead

Butterfly (The Psych's Shrink)

CHEERS... SCREECHDRUMMER

Butterfly (The Psych's Shrink, The Rebel Is Not Dead - Screech)

Butterfly (The Psych's Shrink)

Entry 1 - The Butterfly's Words

You know, there's a version of me,

Not by choice, but it's as sad and miserable as I can be.

It's vulnerable.

But everyday I wake up, I choose,

Not to be another broken person in this already broken world.

I choose to be happy, because that's what I want to be.

Entry 2 - The Wind

I let you in,

You let me in,

That how it all started.

You intrigued me, and I wanted to get to know you better.

Still do.

But I knew enough to know, there was something different about it all.

Some say opposites attract,

Well, we should be stuck for life then.

The things you say to me are never lost on me.

I get everything you say,

But sometimes I pretend not to,

Just to hear you say more.

I see the perfection,

That you and I can be,

More than the reflection of,

The stars in the deep blue sea.

We're harmony.

The things of the heart,

Are complicated,

With a million strings,

Leading to a billion different clues.

But with you it's simple,

Straightforward and easy,

It takes no effort to speak my mind,

Because you have something to speak right back.

We're like a surreal supernova,

The consequence of the butterfly effect,

Halfway across the world,

Separated by the date line.

You're a wonder,

That never ceases to amaze me,

You're the lightning to my thunder,

That always illuminates me.

You probably don't realize,

The things you do,

They make you,

Exactly who I know you are.

Entry 3 - The Hurricane

You and I are not so different, you know.

I be whoever I need to be.

Depending on what I see fit,

I talk in that persona.

You like talking to people,

So you be what you want to be around them,

You be what you see fit for them,

Say what you see fit for them.

I'm like you,

But I exercise a little more control,

All in or not, nobody can ever tell,

Whether I'm gone or I've already fell.

Energy balls, that's what we are.

But I control my outlets,

Because that's what brought me this far.

But you let me out of that cage,

You let me burn up all my rage,

And soothed it with your talks,

Probably not realizing that,

We're on a journey,

Of a thousand walks.

A black hole in front of you,

I know my way around them,

I could help,

But that's your call.

Whichever way you want it.

Entry 4 - The Psych's Shrink

"Let's talk",

She says,

But he can't,

He's too disconnected.

"Tell me why..."

She begins,

But he can't,

He's too afraid it'll end.

Like all the times before,

The people got scared and ran out the door,

Like every other face he'd seen,

With an expression of horror and disbelief.

Like every night he'd stayed up talking,

To people who barely knew him,

He'd listen to all their problems,

He'd solve them with the best of intentions.

And every time he spoke,

About the things that he faced,

The same people called him,

Mad, insane, and crazed.

"It'll be fine, you're okay.

It's just a bad day."

The things he'd made them believe,

He could never believe in it.

What he said was impersonal,

It didn't fit the problems he saw everyday.

But she dug and dug,

And he didn't resist.

He nearly dug it himself,

Not a grave,

But a foundation,

Of a place he had once erased.

A person long forgotten,

A hero that he once was.

A performer craving for a stage,

A poet, writing away on a page.

Entry 5 - The Rebel's Words

The exception in an exception's life,

Guess you never saw that coming,

It's all just the rhythm I'm drumming,

The beats of our hearts,

The chords that we're strumming,

We're both just running.

It's never been this real,

With anyone else.

I guess you made me let myself go.

I hope my words help you,

Some sunny day.

It's like that song I like to sing,

About that angel afraid of the light.

With a broken halo but fight in her eyes.

I'm the music, you're the lyrics,

It's a combination, that can awaken dead spirits.

I'll tell you what people know about you,

They know that you have a slightly troubled past,

And a somewhat restricted present,

That you know the world is a fucked up place,

But you don't care, you've made your own space.

You're happy, you're sweet,

You're almost innocent.

You care too much,

And you hold on too long,

And you want everyone to be,

As good as you are.

I wish one day, you see at par,

You accept that you're meant to go far.

Hold on, though I'm just another star,

Don't burn out too quickly... you're my shrink, after all.

The Rebel Is Not Dead (The Rebel Is Not Dead - Screech)

The Rebel Is Not Dead

Part 1 - Who?

War, had begun.
The sky was blood red.
As the sun blazed,
Forcing the stars and the birds into hiding.

The Demon King and the Ice Queen had gone.
The music I used to listen to was lost in the storm.
Everything I had was now in the ashes.
In the wake of the war, I got buried beneath the horde.

I was supposed to be a leader,
How could I be afraid?
That was not a question I wanted to answer.
So I disappeared,
From the kingdom and the fear.
I ran far away for my life.
I had my own wars waging inside.

The kingdom was lost,
There was no king, no queen.
The people, they ruled themselves.
There was nobody to direct their dreams.

They became sick of each other.
"Where's the rebel?", they asked.
I became a myth to some,
While others believed I was dead,
And they stopped believing in my cause.

I had found a new place,
With people of a similar headspace.
It had green grass and butterflies,
And everything else that was nice.

I kept tabs on the kingdom,
I had to know what was going on.
"So the rebel is finally dead...", some would say.
"No, he'll come back...", the others would retort.

I did go back,
Once or twice, in disguise.
Few recognized me.

They said I'd lost my mind,
I wasn't the rebel they had expected to find.
They said I had changed,
And that I was better off dead,
They set a price on my head.

I found myself looking into the mirror,
Grounded in reality,
Or so I thought.

I found myself asking,
Time and again,
As to what I was doing,
And whether I really wished for this.

Whether I lost the war,
Or won it,
Was irrelevant now.
It was about who I was,
And how I am,
Possibly how I would be.


Part 2 - What?

What will you do?
When the world collapses,
When two universes collide,
When the rage builds up inside.

What will you do?
When an unstoppable force,
And an immovable object,
Both fall to their own demise.

I'm not a god,
I'm not a hero,
I'm not a friend,
I'm just the end.

I'm not all the things,
That they say I am.

I'm not all the same,
As how you see me.
I'm not anything,
That they expect from me.

I'm just a little kid.
Lost in time,
Lost in words,
Lost in thoughts,
Lost in things that can never be bought.
Lost in everyday,
Lost in every sight,
Lost in the same old life.

What will you do?
When everyone looks to you,
And you just feel like crumbling.

I'm not what you think I am,
I'm a performer,
I'm a shapeshifter,
I'm whatever I need to be.

I'm just a player,
On the wrong stage.
On the wrong track,
But on the right train.
I'm the right person,
At the wrong place.

On the brink of self destruction,
I've gotten lost in disconnection.
I've gone too fast again,
To catch up with myself.

No thoughts,
No looking before I leap,
Automated,
Like a machine.

A machine amongst humans,
Oh what a sight!
While butterflies fly around my head,
Under a sun that shines too bright.

The Best Of Both Worlds (The Rebel Is Not Dead - Screech)

The Best Of Both Worlds

If only they could see,

Inside my head,

They'd find a world worth fighting for.

If only they could see,

What I see,

Because I am,

The best of both worlds.

I'm in the brightest days,

I'm in the blackest nights,

I'm at the inception,

I'm at the end of the line.

I'm at the start of every fight,

I'm at the core of their very strength,

I'm at the center of their universe,

I'm barely holding onto life.

I'm the all powerful,

I'm the bridge in their gap,

I'm the make or break,

I'm the one who made their map.

If only they could see,

What I see every day,

If only they could hear,

If they'd listen to what I say.

I'm the judge,

I'm the jury,

I'm the unrelenting fury.

I'm the angel,

I'm the devil,

I'm beyond all hell.

I'm what's left,

I'm what's right,

I'm what keeps them breathing at night.

I'm the first,

I'm the last,

I'm the only one in the race.

I'm the pain,

I'm the pleasure,

I'm the one without a face.

If only they could feel,

What I feel everyday,

They'd just give up and,

They'd just go away.

If only they could find,

Find that love again,

I could rest in peace,

Be dead to the world right then.

Harmony (Lost Souls Part 3, The Rebel Is Not Dead - Screech)

Harmony (Lost Souls Part 3)

 A haunting harmony,

That has sparked many a song,

Love is a tune,

That many have sung wrong.

Like a king who lost his will,

Over a princess in his mind,

Crumbled to ash and dust.

Like his urge for revenge,

Though he didn't understand why,

The queen had to die.

Like he never understood,

That the queen had filled his head,

With thoughts of this princess,

And a deep, dark dread.

Like the queen sitting on her throne,

Atop the snow capped mountains,

And like the king's voyage,

To the castle in the sky.

I had run out of time,

This had to happen then.

So I brought the queen and the king,

Under the same roof.

I spoke with them,

I sang them songs,

The purity of the fire and ice,

Was beyond surreal.

For I had to go,

Away from them both.

But I wanted them to know,

How perfect they were in fusion.

They were the crux,

The very peak of reality.

But they were my anathema,

My fall to insanity.

Like a snow covered volcano,

Like a frozen dead tornado,

Like lilac and gooseberries,

Like the screams of my agony.

The life I'd known was nearly done.

A war had begun.

Though there was peace outside the kingdom's walls,

The queen had all but won.

I was scared to fall asleep,

I was scared to even dream,

I was keeping the balance between,

Heaven and hell and all that I'd seen.

I set out,

To set it right,

To make them realize reality.

To make them see,

What is harmony,

So that I could finally rest,

And find solace in tranquility.

Dämon Kaiser, the Demon King (Lost Souls Part 2, The Rebel Is Not Dead - Screech)

Dämon Kaiser

I stood in the court of the demon king,
Telling him about the kingdom in the north,
And the queen that loved him so.

He was least bothered,
Sipping blood red wine,
Surrounded by succubi,
While I was running out of time.

I asked him,
To play a little game of war,
I told him,
He would get all he could ever ask for.

He was intrigued,
He said he liked challenges,
So I challenged him,
To thaw the Ice Queen's heart.

He laughed,
He laughed hard and long.
He said she wasn't worth his time,
He loved someone else instead.

As he mentioned the name of the one he seeked,
I felt a cold chill up my spine, and an icy breeze across my neck.

This was her doing,
The queen had played her hand,
It didn't seem right though.

Who would set up a plot,
In which they end up losing?
It was all too confusing.

So I left the king's court,
I ran into foreign lands,
Trying to escape,
The queen and her icy hands.

The birds guided me to the see,
Where I lay on the sand,
I gazed up at the stars,
And wondered what she had planned.

It was an oddly familiar tale,
I'd heard not long ago.
A distant memory,
That didn't make sense anymore.

Was it my past?
Or was it someone else's?
How could I tell,
If I was sober or senseless?

But I remembered,
A way,
A path,
Not ideal in any way.
But it was all I could see.

A woven web of water,
And an intricate immaculate inferno.
Fused to create an anomaly,
One that seemed too right.

It was a beautiful lie,
That they both had to believe,
Albeit just for a moment,
And then it would be just right.

The ice had begun to thaw,
The snow was melting,
The king's fire was unrelenting.

But it was all for naught.

The queen had a trap,
And it was sprung,
The king's heartfelt desire,
A princess stood in front.

I saw the king,
Pour his heart out to her,
And I saw her,
Play him like a pawn.

I warned him,
The princess was an illusion.
This was the queen's plan,
To make him fall for her,
To make her fall for him,
Save her own skin,
Save her heart the pain.

He didn't listen,
He was blinded and drunk.
He barely paid attention to my words of wisdom.

So I took the king,
To the frozen land,
Played my own hand,
Melted the ice one step at a time.

The kingdom and the people,
Sprung to life,
But the queen was nowhere in sight.

She'd hidden herself,
High up in the mountains,
And no way to reach her.

But,
There was one she feared,
He was,
The demon king.

Ice Queen (Lost Souls Part 1, The Rebel Is Not Dead - Screech)

Ice Queen (Lost Souls Part 1)

I remember...
An Ice Queen,
With a water infused crown,
And a veil on her face,
Lost in the icy wastelands.

Her empire had frozen,
All too soon.
It was divided,
Shattered into fragments.

Her frozen fingers,
Reached towards me,
For a warmth that,
She didn't understand yet.

I warned her,
She could melt.
She said she wanted to feel it,
Her empire didn't matter anymore.

The snow was tough to walk on,
But she glided above it all,
Like an ominous omen,
Like a ghost too used to it all.

I could see,
Even the wind would silence itself around her,
And then it used to howl,
Awakened by something sinister.

Impulse,
My downfall.
Instinct,
My Savior.
I decided to ignore the latter.

I took shelter in the cold.
It felt warm, like a familiar feeling.
But I couldn't place it in my head.
It was like a woeful lullaby,
A soothing, chilling dread.

I roamed her dead empire,
I was blinded by the white snow.
I couldn't feel anything anyway,
But now I couldn't even see.
Failed to notice I was freezing.

I was freezing,
She was melting,
It made a surreal supernova,
of two souls evolving together.

But every time I looked up to the sky,
To the warmth of the stars,
There would be a howling wind,
That brought me down to the icy reality.

There was some sinister schadenfreude,
Hidden beneath the liquid crown.
Which wasn't very visible,
Unless you could separate white from white.

After the unending and unrelenting unknown,
That had days of endless light,
I found a fumble in her feign,
A warm breeze blew the veil away.

I saw two things,
I wasn't the only one,
And even then,
She didn't let me go.

I yearned for freedom,
So I looked for the other soul,
The one I could clearly see,
When the wind wasn't silent around her.

He was a king.
He was a demon.
He was a legend that made her shiver.

His kingdom was a beautiful hell.
And she wanted to be there.
She wanted to melt,
In his burning embrace.

When I asked her,
She denied it.
But, eventually she told me,
What I already knew.

In a hailmary, I dared to cross,
The river of ice and fire,
To the blazing city of the demon king.

She may or may not have known,
That didn't stop me.
I was too scared of freezing,
And the heat was calmly welcoming.

From a cold hell,
Into hell fire,
I choked on black smoke.

The stars tried to help me,
Guide me,
But I couldn't see a thing.
Blinding snow behind me,
Fires burning in front.
I lost all sense of direction.

It was chaos all around,
But it was nothing compared to,
The chaos in my head.
Could I even do this?

I know it's right,
But some may find it wrong.
Is it really,
Supposed to be like this?

And the universe pushed me on,
So I walked onto the coals.
The blaze did not hurt me,
Even as it cackled beneath my soles.

I reached the demon king,
Who wore a crimson crown.
But there was a strange chill,
Amidst the flames that burned around.