12-22-2011

Finally got a call from Elaine today!

They sent the military to find survivors in New York.

She and her mom made it to a small safe house in Times Square.

And the soldiers managed to clear a few blocks of the rioters.

But she says things are tense.

The rioters took the suburbs block by block.

She said ti was a bloodbath.

Martial law is in effect in Manhattan.

No-one is allowed to leave the safe house.

She said all the rioters have little thigns in common.

Their skin is white, wrinkled.

And the whites of their eyes are almost completely gone.

STRONGHOLD

Stronghold

Six months have now passed
Since they invaded the homeland
We are driving them back
And their defeat is at hand

The day it all started
They took the world by storm
Invaders from north korea
A million men in uniform

They invaded our coasts
And dropped men I'm every state
By the time our army responded
It was more than to late

With towns landed in slaughtered
They set up the barricades
For the battle they knew would come
One that defined the age

Our army knew not where to start
As the north koreans converged
Into their own small battalions
And gorilla tactics emerged

Within two months
The winner was a clear fact
The Koreans had taken over
The Americans had to fall back

But for north korea
Their true problems came
When they tried to reach land
That was already claimed

The territory belonged to the U.S.
But government ruled not this land
The ground belonged to the people
Who drew lines in it's sand

It is them who took it back
Raising their own arms
Against the million man army
Who had caused so much harm

Once the armies had fallen
The nation rose to it's feet
We were our only defense
And would not accept defeat

Cities became our strongholds
We looted dead soldiers guns
They forgot we held the advantage
300,000,000 to one

And in the tanks of our dead soldiers
We began to launch our assault
Once again people fought for freedom
Microbes against the juggernaut

And in just four months
The invading army fell
And while our military lay dead
We as soldiers still raised hell

The county was taken back
Not by battalions or squads
But by malitias who's bravery
Was equaled only by gods

Now today we stand
Ready for the final fight
But this is no battle of brawn
For it's defined by a drones flight

Last night we took back the pentagon
After a battle that lasted three weeks
Our fortress is now back in our hands
And morals are at their peaks

With the pentagon came control
Over the secrets of the U.S.
A world of unnamed drones
And reversengineered jets

We now work out the math
To bring them back from the grave
As we reestablish contact
With a world that left us to decay

At least that was what we thought
Until that connection was reset
Because when we hailed the U.K.
The response we did not expect

It was no Englishman
In fact he spoke perfect Chinese
And after looks were exchanged
There was a feeling of unease

That's when we reviewed the messages
Received six months in the past
What we found shattered out hearts
And destroyed the souls of some at last

The day after we were invaded
China launched their attack
On the rest of the world
With Korea and Germany in pact

The reason we received no help
Is because it was not just us at war
Everyone else had lost the battle
Fought just six months before

Now with control of the drones
We hold the game changer in our hands
As they fly towards north Korea
Invisible over their lands

Alone we took back this ground
But we now face a much bigger challenge
We are an army of minutemen
Ready to form our battalions

Along with the U.S.
Japan has still held it's own
And comfort comes with the fact
That we are not alone

As the eyes of the world watch
We refuse to just stop here
Because while we have our freedom
Billions still live in fear

So as we aim our missiles
The war left with us rebels
we laugh peering into the future
As we realize we've truly come full circle

So as we make our first assault
In a battle for more that just us indeed
We wait for the outcome of a mission
That may plant victory's seed

Weapons kept for so long secret
Now hold our fate in their sights
And with our nation taken back
The hopes of a world in their flight

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

THE PARADOX DILEMMA

The Paradox Dilemma

My name is Dr. Obando
I study future present and past
The science of the dimensions
And a multiverse vast

Then one day came a point
When all research was complete
Time for experiments came
And we went under the streets

There a machine was built
That could turn back the clock
Most of us dubbed it a miracle
Others a pandora's box

Up until that time
It had been speculated
That one could only move forward
As speed had demonstrated

But with the machine built
We had answered the queries
In a way proving wrong
Yet confirming Einstein's theories

As we stepped under Switzerland
Behind our high tech machines
There were two groups of scientists
Two very different teams

The lies we told the public
Were at least halfway true
The machine did serve dual purpose
Yet only one was withdrew

The collider was a success
And it had worked like a charm
But what the public did not see
Was the machines dual harm

It started weeks before
When the selection process began
We needed to find an applicant
One who fit the demand

The person who was chosen
Would step inside the machine
Go back in the timeline
What no other had achieved

One applicant was chosen
His name was Tyrone Pillat
He met all of the requirements
And was a physicist at that

Once the agreements were signed
And his secrecy was sworn
We then shipped him to Switzerland
A man to be reborn

Just one day later
Is when we set him on track
Adorned with an iPod touch
One swipe would bring him back

We did have our concerns
That it would not survive the journey
Since the technology did not exist
At any point prematurely

We discussed all the risks
Wondered if he'd reappear
If so where would it be
And in what prior year

We knew that the iPod
Could bring him back to our time
But as stated before
It's future was not defined

But we'd decide to take the risks
In the name of science
And we proceeded on
With little to no defiance

With $10,000,000,000 to build
The machine had to succeed
Failure was not an option
And we had made this our creed

On September 10th
The machine was given power
And as the protons collided
It was like a blooming flower

At first there was pain
At least for Mr. Pillat
As molecules ripped apart
And then transported back

At the moment of impact
He disappeared from the room
And as we all cheered
The happiness turned to gloom

One scientist noticed something
That had appeared to us all
Something that had been scratched
Right onto the back wall

As we took a closer look
We saw what it had read
It was a letter from Pillat
Inscribed in blood red

It stated the outcome
In the inscriptions aged state
Some letters had faded
But we all knew his fate

Something had gone wrong
The iPod had fused to his skin
Several bones had been broken
Death's doorstep he now stood in

We knew not what had gone wrong
And experiments were halted
What we later found out
Our wounds were only salted

Three months after this
Our engineer saw something odd
A new file in the system
We thought it was a flaw

No others had access
What happened was a mystery
And then we checked the system
What we saw contradicted history

There was record of a man
By the name of Tyrone Pillat
And the moment we saw it
Our hearts had gone flat

It says he appeared
Just right out of space
A device fused to his skin
Of his I.D. there was no trace

They knew not what to do
This man was in terrible pain
He would not let them touch him
They thought he had gone insane

As all stood in silence
And the scientist watched in awe
He would fight back the pain
And scratched the note on the wall

in his last few breaths
He screamed out to the room
"NO-ONE TOUCHES THE WRITING"
and then died of his wounds

A chill ran up our spines
As this story was read
Could this truly have been his fate
Could we have caused his death

As we contemplated his fate
The alarms sounded in CERN
I then called for the guards
The room my reason for concern

The alarm had been tripped
In the room used for the test
Triggered only by movement
We were scared at best

As I gave the orders
Soldiers busted down the door
In front of us sat a man
His leg bleeding on the floor

I ordered his weapons down
As I saw he was unarmed
When he saw me he say joyous
I was much more alarmed

I told him that the area
Was closed off to the public
But what he would say next
Would make for a new subject

He became confused
He acted as if he knew me
Stating we had sent him back
Back to the 1950's

He said I was one of three scientist
Who had known of the plan
And then he showed us the iPod
The one we created beforehand

Then he spoke one more thing
About his grandfather's ranch
The destination they sent him to
And a murder by chance

As they sent him back
And he stared from the hay
His iPod had malfunctioned
And the music was put in play

This alerted his grandfather
Which had lead to a fight
Between two generations
Trying to survive the night

Long story short
And to save his own soul
He grabbed his grandfathers gun
The results don't have to be told

That's when he swiped the iPod
And returned back to his future
We swept into the room
Where he lay bloody and unsutured

As I stood there is shock
I told the soldiers to take him away
As we examined the iPod
And the events of that day

Over the next few days
We ran a search on his name
And when it brought up nothing
We speculated his claims

Although we took to this lightly
The military vastly differed
As they swept him into a room
From which we would hear whimper's

We all knew what was happening
But we could do nothing at best
The projects were top secret
The government funded our tests

So as this went on
All we could do was debate
This mans life rested in our hands
The outcome would seal his fate

And after months of conferencing
A thought suddenly came to our minds
The events he had described
About his journey through time

He had murdered his grandfather
In his own self-defense
And as we searched public record
Everyone of us clenched

The man he named as his granddad
Was killed in the year 1956
The murderer never caught
As he fled into the mist

As information was found
I ordered they stop interrogations
As I myself questioned the man
His words stopped all investigations

He said his mother was born
In the year 1962
Eight years after the incident
He said he went through

As we searched her name
Like him no results were found
His mother was never born
Her dad prematurely laid down

As we collaborated
We took his story as true
He could not have been lying
Security to tight to get through

He appeared out of nowhere
And one theory split the room
The concept of multiverse
a theory yet to bloom

The theory calls for
A universe class three
One that shares the same space
Yet remains to be seen

To put in simple terms
Class three universes reside
In a different dimension
Then in the one we preside

But when it concerns time travel
That's when things get strange
For the time traveler at least
For him things might rearranged

And if universes may be infinite
One concern is as follows
If one goes back in the timeline
Two universes may wallow

To put it quite simply
If one turned back the clock
The world they returned to
May not be the same rock

What I mean by that
Is that there's no way to assure
One returns to the universe
Which they lived in before

If this theory stands true
He returned to an alternate future
One without him involved
Where his life was not sutured

We knew not what to do with him
But one thing was for certain
He was a danger to our world
We were forced to keep closed curtains

Now that he was in this world
We could not let him leave
He would offset the balance
Even endanger the breed

So we set him up
In his very own place
Supplies now brought to him
Secluded in his own space

But this decision
Was not made by just ourselves
The orders came from the pentagon
That his home would be his cell

We kept track of his thoughts
Through an electronic journal
And as time moved ahead
His thoughts became eternal

He would go on for pages
Questioning his own existence
In a universe not his own
That greeted him with resistance

But six months after the incident
His journals suddenly stopped cold
Not a single word sputtered
Not another one told

As we checked the cameras
That were set up in his home
We saw him laying dead
Silent and alone

We we rushed to his safe house
Once again doors were busted down
But this time there was no blood
No thanks or a sound

All we saw was a man
A time traveler long dead
Cyanide inside his system
Problems still in his head

He could not take the seclusion
Read his scribbled suicide letter
Of being a man without meaning
Not able to achieve better

As they cleaned up the body
Removing it from the home
The place he considered prison
The only place he roamed

In a way I felt for him
This man who turned back the clock
But he also should have known the risks
Of the grandfather paradox

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

THE GRANDFATHER PARADOX

The Grandfather Paradox

I was picked for this mission
Because I was in my prime
My conception of what lies around me
And my perception of time

I was but a young scientist
Still learning my own craft
Then a letter came in the mail
That would change my future, present, and past

It was dubbed top secret
For my eyes only to read
The return address was the pentagon
I was someone they would need

The letter had a number
To confirm it was not a joke
And when I dialed the number in
The voice of a woman spoke

We set up a meeting
For that very next day
They flew me in by private jet
And then had me whisked away

A black SUV was waiting
The men who drove did not speak
And when we pulled up to the pentagon
The mood suddenly turned bleak

As I was walked inside
They took me past security check
And as we entered an elevator
My escort had his retina checked

Security clearance was given
And we begun to lower down
To a place kept shy of the public
And hidden deep under ground

As it came to a stop
We were met by a door
And as we entered the room
I was introduced to four

Four men in army uniforms
Those who now controlled my fate
As they sat me down in an armchair
And did not hesitate

I was first made to sign papers
Agreements to keep my mouth shut
Because the words I would soon hear
Would make history book's cut's

They were doing experiments
Based on Einstein's theories of time
And they had built a machine
Hidden by large hadron's design

At C.E.R.N. they built a collider
They said to simulate the big bang
But this machine served a dual purpose
One for which times bells rang

With this machine time travel was possible
But they needed someone young and fit
And someone who knew what they were doing
The science, as well as all of the risks

That's where I came in
At the age of twenty-eight
I was a theoretical physicist
Things like this made my heart race

They would send me in the machine
To the time when my grandparents thrived
Long before I was even a fetus
Let alone in my prime

I was to just go back
I was not to interfere
These were the rules I was given
If I was to persevere

They needed to see if it worked
If it did I would then live scotch free
I would receive government checks
Life would fly by for me

So this I agreed to
And they gave me an iPod
It would allow me to return
Once I had done my job

I was allowed three hours
To dwell inside of the past
I was to visit my grandfather
On his old run down ranch

That's when they took me to C.E.R.N.
And strapped me into the machine
There was but a single chair
And inside of it they strapped me

They told me it would be painful
But that the sensation would pass
Then they turned on the machine
And lights all around me flashed

And then it all hit me
Like my heart being ripped from my chest
The pain was nearly unbearable
It felt like broken bones at best

But then it all stopped
As I collapsed onto the ground
The chair had disappeared
As well as the room and those around

When I got to my feet
I stood outside of a ranch
It was one I recognized
With only a single glance

As I hid in the brush
I stared in at people I loved
Before I ever knew them
Just after they fell in love

They were my grandparents
And it nearly brought me to tears
That's when the realization came
That I turned the clock back by years

What the hell had I done
Did I just travel through time
How the fuck did I get here
Did I just prove Albert Einstein

I searched in my pocket for the iPod
Just to make sure it was still there
And sure enough there it was
As I again fixed my stare

But then something went wrong
I don't know what I pressed
The iPod blasted it's music
The sound I tried to suppress

In the house all came to a halt
As my grandfather shouted "who's there"
Then he grabbed for his rifle
And gave his signature glare

I tried my best not to move
But a twig snapped underneath me
Then BANG came the blast
My grandfather's round hit at my feet

I tried to run for it
That's when he fired once more
The shot scattered across my leg
As I fell down to the floor

My grandfather caught up
He grabbed me by my shirt
He screamed to know who I was
Shaking me in the dirt

I begged and pleaded
Even saying I was his grandson
He laughed saying it was impossible
With not even an expectant son

I begged even more
But he refused to believe
And he kicked me on the ground
As my leg continued bleeding

And then he pointed his gun
Straight at me on the floor
What I did next would seal my fate
And make me question evermore

I knocked it from his hands
In a moment of desperation
We then fought with our fists
I had no thoughts of reservation

I was fighting for my life
Then I got the upper hand
As he fell to the floor
I drew my line in the sand

I grabbed for his weapon
And before he could get to his feet
I fired square at his chest
Until his heart no longer beat

That's when I heard the scream
As I saw my grandmother at the doorstep
The look of terror in her eyes
As saw me with the gun and wept

In the distance I heard sirens
And I knew I had to be gone
I pulled out the iPod once more
One swipe would take me back along

As I pressed the screen
Suddenly the pain returned
I twitched in my place
As my insides turned

But when I came to
I did not sit in the chair
There was no-one around me
At me not a single soul stared

I was alone back C.E.R.N.
I did not understand
Where had everyone gone
I had followed their plans

That's when the door busted down
And soldiers came in from all around
Their guns all pointed towards me
As I st there on the ground

After then came a scientist
One of the men I had earlier seen
He ordered the men to put their guns down
I thought he would be my relief

I thanked him so much
Now that I was in my own time
But he knew not who I was
He told me being there was a crime

I replied it could not be
He himself was among those who knew
About the mission provided to me
The specs, iPod, and time that I traveled through

He then turned his head
Told the soldiers to take me away
I was put into a cell
And all I could do was pray

Over the next few days
They had asked me my name
But when they searched through the system
They said I gave them a fake

My name was nowhere to be found
Therefor I did not exist
That's when the interrogations started
Something I tried to resist

Over the next several months
Scientists debated my case
As I was tortured for information
That if I had I would give in haste

They wondered if what I said could be true
Given all that I said had gone down
They did have the technology
But the machine had been powered down

There was talk of different dimensions
Special relativity and multiverse
If I changed something in the past
This would not be my universe

And that's when it hit me
I realized what I had done
I had killed my own grandfather
And I was his child's son

When they searched through the archives
Is when all the torture ceased
My grandad was murdered in 1956
Fifty years had passed at least

I had returned
To an alternate future
One without me involved
My life had not been sutured

They did not know what to do
To them my life meant nothing
But knowing they caused it all
Must have counted for something

They put me in a nice place
Give me anything that I need
But from the world I am secluded
A danger to the human breed

I would offset the balance
So secluded I am kept
Alone in this god damn house
Like my grandmother who wept

The loneliness kills me
And even though I am alive
I wish they had just killed me
Not allowed me to survive

Just because I'm alive
Dies not mean I exist
I am unknown to the world
Not even a damn statistic

Now everyday I must ask
Do I exist, or am I not
This is a problem they call
The grandfather paradox

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

SILENCED STREETS

Silenced Streets

when we walked the earth
we were the baddest of our breed
we lived our lives based on impunity
and governed by our own greed

the streets had become ours
we had neighborhoods claimed
but then the plague started
and the streets were regained

but this was not by the living
but by dead who walked the streets
their minds were upon our flesh
as they sunk in their teeth

even though we were gangsters
we took care of our towns
and when the people cried out
we would not let them frown

whatever they needed
form no matter what hood
we would take care of them
and do all that we could

this was our understanding
before this tragedy struck
and we would not let that change
we would be our neighbors luck

just one day after it started
the convention was held
from sixteen surviving flags
tensions suddenly swelled

but that's when the leaders spoke
bringing peace to the crowd
who had long lived with hatred
most were raised with from the ground

but this we had to overcome
for the people in our town and hood
we would all band together
this treaty was understood

then our plans were made
gather up all we could find
our warehouses would become fort hood's
as our powers were combined

once this was done
then the tougher part came
most would not make it back
survival was a rough game

we would free those left alive
who had been trapped in their homes
outside for them meant certain death
as their flesh was ripped from bone

over the next three weeks
no home was left unchecked
more lives were lost then saved
but our values were still kept

when it was all done
only six flags remained
but all of them lost their lives
for families left in vain

we banded together
in times when governments fell
and the gangsters well respected
became guardians of A.T.L.

but the saddest part was
the screams died down long before
and now that it was silent
we felt much less assured

from what i could tell
we were the last left alive
the radio had been silent
and this did not help our drive

we had three safe houses
labeled as red, white, and blue
a symbol of the lives lost
and what so many lived through

but by the third month
we lost contact with red
a mere four flags remained
but our blood to would be shed

but who would have thought
we would fall of our own hands
as guardians called themselves kings
and greed again showed in man

for reasons of caution
white and blue had combined
to be apart was no longer safe
the dead's numbers undefined

but that's where things fell apart
as the last of our leaders clashed
and while those they guarded pled
at each other they lashed

when the colors separated
governments formed under each
dictators called themselves blue
the democrats colors bleached

there were of course tensions
but one day sealed out fate's
as the blue shot at bleach
alerting miles of space

in this world one rule governed all
gun use was a resort taken last
the sounds attracts the dead
our lives at risk by the blast

after the shot all grew silent
as the moans outside grew
the sound of it was defining
and the stench like a rotting brew

suddenly nothing mattered
as we remembered our cause
the flags to us meant nothing
if our values would be lost

just three months before
we promised to protect
but all we did was go to war
and caused those we love neglect

so in those last moments
we looked each other in the eye
and when those doors busted down
together fighting we'd die

by the time they broke through
the building had been swarmed
they came in from every side
of this we would not be warned

when it was all said and done
we were but devoured flesh
failed as our people's guardians
our war had caused their deaths

yet our greed we did not realize
until when it mattered least
all it took was one blast
to reveal our inner beasts

so now we lie in pieces
the guardians of A.T.L.
gangsters sworn to protect
but murderers just as well

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

STATISTIC

Statistic

Music is life
And my life is music
This world is my muse
And I refuse to abuse it

Lyrics are my breath
The beat is my heart
And every time I exhale
I tear it apart

Word for word
My beat is my soul
Every lyric that I speak
One more story told

But give me a moment
Now hold up and wait
Because as of right now
I need one to think

Pause for that moment
Exhale and breath it in
Absorb all your emotions
And let them sink in

This is what I feel
This is my every day
This is how I project
And speak the words that I say

This is my po-et-ry
Although it may sound absurd
This is me breathing out
Expressing my spoken word

Welcome to the world
Of the Original P
Till the day of my death
Part of society

These words they run through my veins
Every fiber of my being
They are who I am
And everything I believe

Without them I would be gone
Another face one this rock
Just another sta-tis-tic
Someone that matters not

But I refuse to be that
To me po-et-ry’s all I got
To stand out in this world
And gain my first place spot

Among so many others
All those with the same dream
What separates them from them
Is my ab-il-a-ties

I can throw down a rhyme
As opposed to a fist
Because this gets more done
Than a gun and bullets

But then again
A bullet can change the world
Begin revolutions
And end them as well

But the bullet matters not
It comes down to who fires it
The motivation in their mind
And reason for the shit

But now I’m getting off track
You’ve gone to far in my mind
Let’s get back to the subject
And stop wasting time

That was a glimpse in mind
A spotlight at my muse
The thoughts that run through my head
The things that keep me amused

Yet you haven’t seen anything
For that you’ll have to wait
Because I trust no-one in my head
A subject up for debate

So with that said
I’ll close it out with this
One last thought that I’ll share
For you my mind’s goodbye kiss

If music is life
And my life is music
Do I move to my own beat
Or the world’s own amusement

Because that is what they expect
For me to rebel
And when I write things like this
Stereotypes speak for themselves

So am I a statistic
Swallowed by the machine
Because by just writing this
My nightmare’s spawned from a dream

-Carlos “House” Gerardo

CONTINUUM

Continuum

long ago came the point

where we all lost interest

we had seen all there was

and cared not to persist

we were eon's old

when time for you first began

a race of supreme beings

the universe in our hands

in fact we gave it a start

and know just how it will end

our enjoyment now comes

from watching you imagine

but with age comes boredom

even when the world is yours

while most consider it a gift

i wish i had been ignored

but once in a while

there does come a thrill

his name was Jean Luc Picard

more like a Q in will

this man had no powers

nor was he omnipotent

but what he lacked in strength

he gained back in luminance

but what is it that i mean

well to me the world's very dark

and where it lacked luminance

Jean Luc lit up with a spark

this man was a captain

the best in the entire fleet

hell, he had played my own game

and made me fall in defeat

to this man i gave my respect

an honor i hold even from Q's

because even in the continuum

he did what no other could do

but sometimes i pitied him

with the mind of a supreme

i wonder how it must have felt

to be restricted to dreams

though i would not have cursed him

at least not terribly like this

he would not care for immortality

and eternity's not a gift

although his entire species

thought this of themselves

he was one of a kind

but did not care for himself

but that's why he was unique

unlike us, he did not care

he lived his life to the fullest

even when he felt death's stare

Jean Luc did not deserve

to be a forgotten face

his body like no other

just shot off into space

that's why i took his body

from space's ice cold depths

now it lies in the continuum

with proper human respects

so as i now stand

in front of his grave

with Worf, Riker, Jordi, and Troi

the Enterprise's most brave

we know he died with respect

and the honor of many Q's

a truly brilliant man

that this world barely knew

so even after his death

still in front of his grave i stand

giving all my respects

to the old, ca-pi-tan

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

CHILD'S PLAY

Child's Play

at me my guilt eats away
as we return to our home
from what was a search and rescue
which would chill to the bone

they were a young race
just a few thousand years old
in them we have taken interest
and secretly surveyed their globe

after a long while
we visited them in disguise
this choice we would regret
as we entered their skies

they had seemed so innocent
claiming they'd outlasted greed
yet when we entered their skies
we were met with their fleet

they had remained cloaked
their crafts right under our nose
and once we had beamed down
on us they'd already closed

what their people called peace
was their government's hidden foul play
they had indeed outlawed weapons
but this would be their dismay

we had tried to negotiate
learning their own native tongue
but they refused to accept
that we were just watching the young

that's when things soon turned
as one of ours was shown dead
we called in our own fleets
their blood to would be shed

they had three different colonies
on the fourth and fifth rocks from their stars
and as we destroyed one
we knew this had left a scar

they had tried to fight back
but did not stand a chance
their weapons were child's play
to a race so advanced

we then asked for our people
still they would not budge
they called our men their prisoners
but of this we would be the judge

that's when their allies came
from a region far off in space
but this place we call orion
would also fall in disgrace

this was their last defense
as their fourth world to was destroyed
along with orion's forces
there was nothing else deployed

after what was three days
we reached the world most had called home
then we gave them one last chance
to give us what was our own

and finally they did
our men soon were returned
but not as we expected
their bodies tortured and burned

this sent us into a rage
their home world is no longer there
for their own world they pleaded
but for our men they did not care

but the reason i feel guilt
is because most of them never knew
why we had even come
this knowledge, their government had withdrew

though we return to our home's
the men we fought for now dead
i see the pointlessness of battle
and the conflicts in my head

because a world now is no more
for reason nobody knew
the few that had escaped
left for death to pursue

but part of me has to wonder
the stories survivors will tell
about the aliens called Eve's
who destroyed their fairy tales

because as we step off our ship
to everything we call worth
i wonder who were the true bad guys
as i reunite, with my family on Earth

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

ASYLUM

Asylum

my body now ash
my spirit tells the tale
of how my world was destroyed
and humanity fell

it was because of our actions
that our race paid the cost
denied supplies and civil war
but through this everyone lost

they had come seeking help
from the world they left behind
their supplies would not maintain
and they had limited time

there were three different colonies
each had been terraformed
on europa, the moon, and mars
soon after governments formed

for the first few years
everything has gone great
but then terror struck
and europa met a grim fate

the air was to heated
as the atmosphere became thick
the ice had begun to melt
forcing us to evacuate quick

as we left the (now) water world
we returned to our home planet earth
we were there given asylum
this was our first time seeing dirt

this world was so different
from everything that we knew
we could feel the sunshine
and when the cold wind blew

although we had found peace
we soon found it would not proceed
when came the martian ambassadors
in seek of help and need

their supplies had run low
something had gone very wrong
their animals had died off
and seeds did not keep them strong

this we had to refuse
we just no longer could
because we were offered asylum
on our toes we now stood

it is not that we wouldn't
we just had nothing to give
with the food we then had
helping the europians live

earth had sustained two world
we could not afford three
it just was not an option
so with nothing they would leave

but now due to this
earth had split it two
those who wanted to help
and those who watched as false hope grew

one side was for
the other firmly against
and it seemed once more
that we lived on continents

and for a short while
tensions on the surface grew
we all knew what was coming
and could smell the vile brew

but them one day
the weapons had emerged
from centuries of storage
and in war we were submerged

we all tried to escape
but ships were shot from the skies
what was asylum became a prison
to restricted to fly

on the day that it happened
tears shed as far as the moon
so many people now dead
with all but just a few booms

after this long time of peace
who thought that it would end here
with weapons that had been deemed ancient
and the colonies left in fear

with the home world now dead
they were left with only reserves
this world would not be the end
the moon and mars would not be preserved

this would be the end of our life
the species would soon be extinct
because of the actions of few
who were dead within blinks

so from death i observe
as black clouds fill the sky
another stab in the back
as i watch the world die

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

GHOST IN THE MACHINE

this is our anthem, peotry, and creed, we are the poets, we are the future

Ghost In The Machine

we are the poets
the future is now
the world is what we make of it
and only what we allow

we have created a union unholy
between two separate forms
under the grace of our power
to manipulate and conform

but it is not us conforming
it is those under our will
we've learned to work the system
and have made this our skill

we work in ways unopposed
at least that can't be denied
this is how we get our way
without having our hands tied

now our voice will soon spread
and the rats quickly will multiply
some will call it infestation
but our words do not lie

but we are more than just this
aiding the world is our choice
we speak out to the masses
spreading the importance of voice

a message that will get across
for those who want to succeed
because we only damn ourselves
when silence becomes our creed

we walk these halls like we own them
because these days we actually do
ourselves we have made untouchables
power in our veins run through

the year 2011
is when we will first strike
our wings will soon spread
and we will take our first flight

but we do this not for glory
or to control our own skies
but for the future of this world
fueled by our hatred and lies

poetry is the only truth left
on this sensitive stretch of earth
and voice is how you spread it
this is your right of birth

so often this is suppressed
and that's where the problem lies
our minds are a hidden world
with bitter sweet pink skies

but with our help
we will assure this leaks out
setting poetry in motion
as silence becomes our bout

so as this poem
finally comes to an end
i just hope you realize
this is where the countdown begins

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

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

INVASION

Invasion

This is a story
Which will be told, it must
About all of those planets
Which have been turned to dust

It seemed like a normal day
When the news first came
Our colony had been attacked
But we knew not who to blame

Our people had found peace
There had been no more wars
Violence to us now foreign
At the very thought we were torn

But this threat came not from us
But something far far away
They called themselves The Eve’s
Invasion was at bay

This of course we opposed
But the fight did not last long
Violence so far in our past
Our weapons just missiles and bombs

Because our world had found peace
Trillions of our people died
This left us without defense
Our weapons shot from the skies

Over the next three days
The battle raged on in space
Our allies came from Orion
But they to were in The Eve’s brace

All of us felt the chill
When Orion’s forces fell
Their corpses now float in space
Forever will their ghosts dwell

We escaped just in time
To see our planet blown to ash
All we knew was now gone
Done with all but one blast

Their weapons were great
Enough to take all we knew
And then they were gone
For reasons nobody knew

But all of this is because
Our world had found peace
We had thought we were safe
Manufacturing weapons ceased

But this all worked against us
On those days before the end
Because we did not realize
We still had a world to defend

-Carlos “House” Gerardo

COUNTDOWN

Countdown

we've come to send a message
bring back a voice that was torn
we call ourselves the society
with words we are reborn

so often the young are silenced
simply because of our age
we are the new generation
releasing a voice that's been caged

we call ourselves poets
because our message has dept
we're lead by Mouse and Magmus
two poets who have wept

but one of them in particular
that by the name Mouse
he has fueled our message
experienced with a shut mouth

there was a point in his past
where he did not speak out
this decision he would regret
would become the poet's bout

we speak for those who've been silenced
just kicked aside on this rock
for those who fear speaking out
and those who get lip locked

so come the year 2011
be sure to prepare for hell
because this is truly a story
which only time can tell

but until that day
sit back and enjoy the wait
we are the voice of the future
and the world is our bait

and just keep in mind
the worst has yet to come
we alone are the poets
bullets from silenced gun

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

LIFELINE

Lifeline

so here i sit, up in this class, one thing on my mind and that's the time passed,i sit by a girl, kitty, my best friend, but some-thing has changed, it feels so different

i love her to death, don't get me wrong, she's still my home-girl, friendship is strong, yet with all this, it's just not the same, all this shit's, driving me insane, but this isn't it, i blame home life to, smile on face each time hatred grew

the saddest lie, but that's how i live, smile on face, underneath hatred, sometimes i just want, to blow my brains out, but kitty's my world, took me north from south

this girl saved my life, when emotions hid, i wonder if she knows what she did

i live for my friends, and she's at the top, when i see her, THUMP THUMP, my heart stops, but not out of love, she's on-ly a friend, but she has my trust, for her, not pretend

she will always, have place in my heart, one true friend, from ending to start

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

FREESTYLES 5/11/2010

Freestyles 5/11/2010

EXPLOSION:
freestyle, here is my beat, no music upon this sheet, yet i go on just the same, nothing nee-ded to fuel this flame

you see i just blast off, BOOM, into sky, escape from doom, from this al-ready scorched earth, i see light, here comes rebirth, but this world's different, not the same, this world is dark, it's at end game

the blast i saw, was no sun, but explosion, now it's dark, no plane comes down to see ash, it's WWIII, we are the last

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

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INFESTATION

ok here comes the new plot, what it's about i know not, this si free, i have no plan, so join me, conquer this land

hello friend, my name is House, i play this game like a mouse, sneeking into all your minds, you see me not, i don't waste time

i infest all that's around,, vile brews coming from sound, a beating lashed out by my hands, vocally i am one band, i need no help, i work alone, others get tossed frmo my throne, so with that said i'll end it here, on foot in, my path is clear

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

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TWO MINUTES

8:50 when i begun, two minutes to fire gun, out of barrel, BANG BANG BLAST, one shot and it was your last

my finger deadly, little time, my words spoken out as rhyme, what else is there i can say, well who knows, it is new day, one day i'll make every-one scream, but today, fuck the mainstream

in my last rhyme, one minute left, watch me as i cha-llenge theft, with my gun, i shoot you in head,two minutes, and BANG you're dead

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

INTO THE DARK

Into The Dark

everything stops
a moment frozen in time
the planet is now dead
only structures left behind

this is not about love
or about beauty held
but the beauty which came
once life had been expelled

for the longest time
there was a peace kept
we knew it would not last
but still we all wept

then one day the stars faded
blinked out one by one
that's when the darkness came
absolute zero, no suns

at least that's how it's told
today in our fairy tales
we are the last of our kind
but we will not prevail

the time since the beginning
hard for all to comprehend
we had time to evolve
and could foresee the end

but this we could not stop
as far as we had evolved
nature had taken course
this could not be resolved

for sextillions of years
our civilization thrived
we could travel the universe
and controlled the skies

but none of this mattered
at least not in the end
time had brought our deaths
now space is dark again

as we stare into the dark
we know our time is done
everything is now dead
and mother nature has won

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

MORTALITY

Mortality

it drives me insane
what will come of this all
will it be an eternity
or box with padded walls

because everyday i think of
that which cannot be known
the news reminds me of mortality
with every death that is shown

both of these concepts
downright scare me to death
they invade my slumber
and fill my waking breath

the trait of a poet
is that one can question all
not just life or death
but humanities flaws

but is that flaw our lifespan
or curi-osity of just one
our mind brings these grim thoughts
until our days are done

we have created worlds
which may not even be real
to which we devote our lives
for paradise boxed and sealed

for those who do not believe
what is it for we live
is this not the great question
to which our time we give

by jsut writing this poem
am i not questioning life
weather this all is pointless
or just one big strife

but the day my death comes
one concept will remain
the fact that we are all mortal
just chemical reactions and brain

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

ARTIFICIAL

Artificial

angry, is my poetry
my rhymes, ne-ver complete
lashing, out against him
as i, call in the fleet

why, does he go back
to a girl, he does not deserve
he, broke her heart once
in pieces, it was served

i, am ready to
just, get up and fight
over, this one girls heart
show off, power and might

angry, i turn to wolf
in face, of the big full moon
emotions, begin to swirl
crea-ting a typhoon

i now pick up a piece
of her shattered heart
hold it in my hand
as i'm tearing him apart

blood is turned to ink
as i spread, it across this page
reveal, my bloodstained claws
as i make, the world my stage

he, tries to win her back
close, but no cigar
he, still has her heart
but this, won't get him far

it's the, actions he takes
which will, define his course
wea-ther her heart will break
love is, a powerful force

but can, she overcome
e-motions towards him
save, herself the tears
remove, artificial grin

all, this just for him
smile, for so long faked
this girl's heart was de-li-cate
just, like a snowflake

but, on this one day
he, turned up the heat
evaporated love
reducing, it to sleet

now it's nothing more
than, just a cold rain
able, to hide her tears
but obv-ious is her pain

i, know how she feels
i, can look past the lies
in, the form of smiles
within, the twilight

now, tears come from me
as i, see her heart crack
shat-tering apart
and forming holes form black

once, again tick tock
time, just passes by
with, some feelings
that can-not be denied

but, will she go back
this, will be his fourth shot
fired, in the dark
from, a heart outfought

but ulti-mate-ly
the choice, comes down to her
weather, she stays with him
or finds, a guy she deserves

but just, like i said
the, choice is not mine
i love her to death
but that, won't stop decline

in my final words
things, get heated up
a story, to be continued
but for now, just be starstruck

-Carlos "House" Gerardo