QUESTIONS

this is a short poem written in class, all i have to say is THAT BITCH!!!

Questions

why must i sit through this class,
when poetry does not conform?
a teacher tells me how to write,
yet is this not my art form?

it is not that i hate it
but, this, do i truly love?
i could just be honest,
but would that not defeat,
all the questions above?

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

NIGHTMARES

Nightmares

so now i sit
today alone in my bed
i reflect on my life
and every single tear shed

was i just selfish
or did i aid the globe
these questions i ask myself
as i continue to probe

i started out as a misfit
but my life turned around
through some simple mistakes
that had sent me space bound

after my first years of life
i knew not where to go
high school years were now gone
my life was now in flow

then my life flashed before me
so many years had passed by
i was now eighty-three
and already set to die

i had hit a downward spiral
when the virus first hit
the economy soon after fell
but still i refused to quit

by the time we recovered
this world had gone to hell
nothing was near the same
the past like a fairytale

i've lived through so much
in such a very short time
so many questions unanswered
in this life lived out in rhyme

now i am an old man
my nightmares have come true
as my skin withers away
and emotions shine through

where is it i will go
is there a place after death
this i again ask myself
as i take my last breaths

i did not believe in god
was this so very wrong
and as my eyelids shut
i hear the angles song

but then i must ask
is this just my dying brain
i lived in a world of science
doubt had run through my veins

this is a different world
than when my life first began
so many different technologies
so many future plans

but now comes the time
where i must part from this earth
review all that i have done
from the moment of birth

so as my breath stops
and my eyelids close
i wonder what will occur
but sadly, realize i'll never know

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

ENDANGERED

Endangered

Our skies are pale
With the soil stained red
But it is not with blood
Here there was none shed

I speak out for my brother
Among the last trapped on the moon
Their supplies have run low
And his death will come soon

But today I tell the story
Of a species that shared the skies
How they soon split in three
And then fought for their lives

The year 2143
Is when it all began
The moon’s numbers grew
And supplies were in demand

Of course we had our problems
We were but a young race
Yet our greed always took hold
And we could not share space

But we did not kill each other
Our death came from just one
The home world we called Earth
On which a civil war sprung

There was talk of a treaty
But none ever arose
The home world could not agree
And negotiations froze

But this was a problem
Not just for them but us to
Our supplies came from them
And civil war would not do

In the year 2147
It all came to an stop
Our home world had been destroyed
All it took was several shots

They all knew what would happen
If they were to flip the switch
Our species would be gone
And space would not even flinch

Yet they still proceeded
And ourselves we had killed
We were but a young race
So thoughtful and skilled

Now our species is endangered
Even at that worlds apart
And when my brother dies
With him goes all my heart

Because sometimes I must wonder
How could we be so cursed
Born into a damned species
With an un-quenched blood thirst

And now I question existence
Hoping the world ends with me
But I know sadly it will not
And I feel just human greed

Now all I am left with
Is the need to turn back the clock
To a time more peaceful
And with un-vaporized rock

Though because of my people
My existence is now this
Waiting for my death
Forced to look at what I miss

Because all I am left with
Are these damn red skies
Another stab in the back
As we watch the world die

-Carlos “House” Gerardo