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