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What Must I Judge?

Good morning, all! I hope you’re having a wonderful day so far. I have a nice little piece for everybody today. I’m thinking I may start writing a little lighter. Let me know in the comments or shoot me an email at sam@poemsbysam.com if you’ve got any directions you might like to see from me! I always love hearing from people who enjoy my writing. On that note, please enjoy!

Jurisprudence

Just in time for a hung jury.

Make a decision,

don’t be late.

You’ve got a very important date.

Take the time

to deliberate

and make the fate

as bells chime.

It’s up to you,

you’ll never guess.

Make sure you dress

as if you knew.

Be just.

We rely on your applications of jurisprudence.

Inspired By The Stars

Afternoon, friends! The stars as my muse, I have written for you a monologue, one you may find interesting. It is less of a poem but in the same format. I’d like to think it’s a part of the lore I have built up in secret, awaiting some slow release that may finally culminate in an understanding of one final work. We shall see. Please enjoy.

A Monologue

Futility at its best.

You’ve come to restore the Empire.

Your putrid little thing.

It withers and dies as we speak.

How could you ever hope to keep it alive?

It being so rife with decay and abuse.

I watched as my world was destroyed.

Burned to a crisp.

The surface turned into a most luminant molten glass

along with my family.

I will tear you apart,

piece by piece,

and show you a most vehement, vociferous suffering.

In reflection of my own.

I have hunted you for many years.

I am glad to have found you now,

on the precipice of higher achievement.

His Majesty’s last admiral.

So shall there be none more.

I come for the emperor now.

How Does It Add Up?

Good morning, all. Today is going to be a damn good day, I feel it. There’s a lot to look forward to and little to look back on. Please enjoy a poem that probably won’t make much sense unless you really think on the words. Please enjoy.

Sum of It All

When all is lost and all you’ve found

is in the lost and the found,

I ask but once,

wherefore do you plunder?

When there your body is torn asunder.

It’s time to leave,

it’s time to go.

With the morning

comes the whitest doe.

Visions of peace and plentitudes

that bring about new platitudes

and leave us wanting more from life

amidst the ashes come from strife.

Bering sea,

bear the sea

and come upon the Holy See.

Be found wanting

by the taunting.

Rise against the ashes

and effervescent attachés.

The day is come

to sound the drum

and hear the final sum.

Can You Make It Make Sense?

Good morning, all. It doesn’t make sense. Never makes sense. Can you make it make sense? Probably not. I guess we’ll see. Enjoy the poem today, friends. It’s a short one.

What is Perfect is not Flawless

What is perfect is not flawless.

No, it is not contradictory.

Me?

A hypocrite?

A liar?

Never the man you think I am.

Never the man I think I am.

What is perfect is not flawless.

Made in the image of Gods.

How could you be imperfect?

Even the Gods were not flawless,

no matter how perfect.

Come One, Come All!

Evening, everyone! Apologies for the late post today. Had a busy one the past couple days. I’ve got something I think most of you should relate to, especially those moms in the audience *wink*. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the poem, mon amis. Sleep well tonight, and feast in the halls of giants!

Tired

So tired

can hardly lift my eyelids,

and yet,

there I am at the top of the mountain,

screaming out my lungs.

I have so much energy,

and yet,

I am so tired, 

just so god damned tired.

I don’t hurt.

Not like before.

I ache.

A dull, lasting, resounding ache

that reverberates through my bones.

Oh, how it all feels so…

wrong.

It has been a good day today,

and yet,

I am exhausted.

Down there in my core

nothing awaits the rising or the setting of the sun,

no thing at all.