Safe World

I miss the time
When I cruised the oceans with my loved ones,
And the cruise sank.
I miss the time
When I was desperate to escape,
so I leaped into the icy cold water
and suffered no sickness,
While realizing that the cruise belonged to my neighbor.

It was a time
When leaping out of a ship was equal to suicide,
Although I was trying to save myself.
A group of policemen apprehended me
Simply for doing so.
I did not hate them
Because I knew that there was delicious food at home.

There was a time
When I came across a piece of paper;
An indecipherable poem was written on it.
I handed it to the very policemen who apprehended me,
One man interpreted it.
He claimed that it meant nothing.
However, I have already uncovered its hidden meaning;
He could not understand it
Because he was one of my neighbours.

While in custody,
I wanted to make a phone call to my loved ones,
But all my loved ones were with my neighbor.

When I woke up, I was in my high school;
A competition was held there.
I was one of the participants
Although I did not remember signing up.
I did not know what to do,
So I danced.
I became famous.

I saw an adulterous politician queuing up
To buy cheap food in a high-class restaurant.
I lined up behind him,
While my loved ones went away for awhile.
I saw the mother of a stranger;
She was very rude;
She vulgarly scolded her own plate of food.
In my heart, I hated her,
But she understood my heart before I spoke,
And warned me not to underestimate her.

Library

I was convicted of a crime I did not know;
I was convicted without a hint of sorrow.
I woke up in a prison cell.
The first thing I heard was a broken toilet's yell,
Covered with yellow stain,
Like it is smothered by piss rain,
Or sun-grown grain?

The cells were like cubicles,
No ceilings and low walls,
I could climb over it, I think.
Society casually entered the cell;
They saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
They climbed out of the cell
As if I were not there.

Sweeper's clothes manifested out of nowhere.
I wore them and escaped.

I was trapped in a library in outer space,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library was located in a giant structure,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library seemed broken,
It was dark, and I needed to escape.
But a man once told me
It is hard to enter the library
For one will need permission to do so,
But it is easy to get out.
I got in without my neighbor's permission,
I got in without my permission.

It was very dark, but I was not scared.
I embraced the darkness, and I met some people,
Including society who saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
I felt paranoid while wearing clothes.

Outside the library, but still inside the structure,
Was a sprawling city.
I went into a hypermarket and met my friends,
I bought two bottles of branded milk,
One for them, one for me.

There was a taxi driver who was able to send me home,
But he did not know that I got in without permission.
I tried to act as if I were society,
He believed me, and offered me a ride home.
During the journey, he asked me for my driving license.
I told him I scored well,
For I know that if I told him otherwise,
He would know that I was foreign,
That I did not even know my neighbor.

The driver stopped his vehicle in front of my house.
I got out, and he drove off.
I realized that I left my bag inside the vehicle.
I surfed the internet to track his current location,
Only to discover that he was already in some place.

I gave up.
I opened a crack that reversed time
Using only my mind.
I retrieved my bag.

Cremation by Ice

Do not worry about that,
Curiosity kills the cat.

Do not worry about whom I am referring to,

For I am speaking to you.

You are worrying about something,

You are doing something you will be regretting. 

"I could do better than that."

People regret everything,

Like a cat engaging in curiosity-killing,

They will regret killing their curiosity;

If they are not willing,

They will regret being a busybody. 

Everything could have 'been better',

If you did something happy, and said it could be better;

The next time you are without worry, write yourself a letter,

In the future, ask the cat in you to read every letter,

Oh look! Your cat became wetter!

That was a forced rhyme. 

I could do better than that,

But I came up with that five hours ago;

At that time, I was filled with ego.

That was not a complete rhyme, I regret. 

But hey, the cat in you starts liking to be wet!

I really meant being drenched in the ink

That you used to write the letter in a blink. 

I could do better than that,

So why am I using rhymes that you'll forget?

Because I see your cat as a threat.

You are too curious about 'ifs', 'buts' and 'in case',

Until you have flown far beyond your base,

You based your base on my basest base. 

What is the meaning of that phrase?

You based me at my lowest, and feel good about yourself.

If people based people at their lowest,

There will no longer be such thing as a 'self';

There will only be "I'm better than yourself",

"I could do better than that".

Why do I bother to explain about myself?

Because I loathe complexity;

It's like a labyrinth in a broken city. 

Your fragmented mind comprehend no clarity

And your movements are complicated;

You have to guide yourself through a labyrinth you hated,

In a city that is wasted,

And you will soon be cremated

By ice.

No! Fire does not burn you,

Ice does!

See? Now I am just being unreasonably complicated.

I could do better than that. 

When surrounded by the noise of society,

My voice becomes insanity;

I seem to be talking to myself.

Am I insane?

I am being curious about myself. 

But what I deem to be insane, is sane to society

Are you curious about what I meant by that?

I doubt so, for I have exemplified clearly,

I did my best. 

Are you your own society?

Are you part of society?

Do not worry about that.

Curiosity kills the cat.

I could do better than that. 

Rammer Strobe is Amazing

The life of an improved man, that is what I seek.
An engineering conman, that I do not seek.
A shower of blood is smothering the rise of me.
I engineer the lives of death's technology.

A person renamed me,
A person disgraced me,
They called me a doctor
who never ingested pills.

Oh, what do they say?
The doctor these days,
He's such a monster;
Hey, come and pay your bills!

I saved your life, I'm making you a part of me.
I want to be the world, I seek equality.
I'll ram your strobe, I'll slam your probe, it's all for me.
My secret is that I hid all my lies to me.

A reason to blame me,
A reason to fame me,
My legal procedures,
They're better than the pills.

Oh, what can you say?
You do what I say!
Society's lectures,
How can you cure with pills?

I'll ram your strobe, I'll slam your probe.
I'll cram your robe, I'll jam your lobe.
I'll tram your globe, I'll ram your strobe
To hell with me.

Believe me when I say,
Rammer Strobe is amazing.
Rammer Strobe is amazing.
Rammer Strobe is amazing.

Personality

I thirst for people's acceptance of myself,
the first and last repentance of themselves;
I've became a resemblance of insects' shells,
plunging into a penance of my crying hells;
blunting bloodied lances of those who yelled
"You are weak, nobody likes you!"
"Are you crying? Nobody pities you!"

They are shying from things that remind them of reality,
They are crippling the wings of the angels of Holy.
They are the reason of me being me.
They are what changed my personality.
Insanity, apathy, hypocrisy, simplicity,
Are but mere defense mechanisms,
Are what shadow me from criticisms.

(Shadow Vegas)
I've been driven insane by society,
For I've forgiven the saner me
For wearing a happy mask;
It assigned itself to a huge task
Of being a victim!
The saner me is like an untuned rhythm,
Operated by an ancient system,
A system where humans were all the same,
We were judged based on who's to blame
For stealing the village's food.
Now we are judged based on gender,
Appearances, skin and will to surrender,
Or the state of servitude.
How can that not drive one insane?
What is there to gain?

(White de'Leon)
I've grown apathetic of everything
Not because I loathe everything.
I am simply exhausted.
I kept wondering whether people liked me,
Or that they pretended to like me
When they truly hate me.
Worrying did not change a thing.
Worries made me fear reality,
That is why I delve into fantasy;
Writing my own rules,
Ruling my own kingdom,
And imposing my very own fear
Into my people.

(Rammer Strobe)
I believe in reasons.
Technically, I am trying to help people.
Realistically, these people could not appreciate me.
There are people who fights for the weak,
Who kicks beggars like they went on a streak!
There are people people who advocates free speech,
Who kills those who has opinions to preach!
Such hypocrisy.
Is that the only way to survive in this world?

(Slitzh Manseus)
I do not need to speak much,
For life in itself is a huge conspiracy.
Why do people think such complicatedly?
I do not, and I refuse to understand.
I believe in simplicity
For it relieves me of the burdens of life.

Blinding Clarity

Look! I see a broken highway in front of me. 
I wonder what would its cause be? 
I hope that to death they have not spoken, because you see- 
See! I am asking you to see! 
See the causalities of a broken highway! 
Observe the casualties and bloodshed today! 
I am not asking you to question the fact 
That you see nothing although truthfully you did see. 
But you should definitely mention the fact 
That you are one who judge based on what you see. 
For I lead a simple life. 
I have witnessed a dog wielding a knife. 
They are rife. 
But I have no sickness, I won't lie, 
For I do not die. 
I regenerate my fate, blood, only because life is unrated. 
Death is complicated 
Because peoples' lives are sophisticated. 
They think of everything too bluntly; 
They examined the broken highway for weeks, 
Months, 
And now they reek. 
They will never know the cause, because they can never know 
That life is so simple. 
People can hate until their hearts are on fire, 
But to me, the fire will only lead to situations so dire, 
Like a dog wielding a knife that killed a liar. 
Life is so simple. 
I can make me an older man 
Or a younger man, 
But it makes no difference to me 
Because I don't see me, 
Only society sees me. 
They do not see what is not important to them, 
They only see what they think benefits them. 
Humans used to live such simple lives, 
I am as ashamed as dogs wielding knives. 
If you, who read this, are still bothered by the broken highway, 
Let me enlighten you, 
The broken highway is a metaphor that I have imagined today,
It will be insignificant tomorrow, believe me that it is true. 
I can say that I see a solid highway, 
And people will talk about its solidness, 
They will wonder when it will break. 
I can say that I see an ordinary highway, 
And people will talk about its ordinariness, 
They will expect that it will break. 
They will fear if it does not break, 
Because it is merely ordinary. 
It does not even need to be a highway; 
Broken bridges, broken hearts, broken sanity, 
Firm ledges, colorful parts, blinding clarity. 
People will see too much into their broken lives, 
No matter positive or negative, 
No matter enemies or relatives, 
All they need to see is an adjective followed by a noun 
And they will lose the simplicity of life. 
That is why they see nothing although truthfully they did see; 
Everything will be seen as of equal significance, 
So nothing will be of importance,
And life will lose its magnificence.
They do not appreciate the simplicity of life. 
Life is simple. 
Life is fragile in the most simple way. 
This simple poem will mean nothing after today.

Flames of a Sordid Winter: FROST III

"Today, we stand united before the newly-built Zieren di Eis—the eleven-storied, three-acre ice castle that we have tirelessly built together, not for the sake of bloodshed or war, but for the sake of freedom! To achieve what we human beings truly deserve! To counter the inhumane laws and malicious pride of the FIRE! To inspire all of us to believe in the slightest bit of hope, that our sufferings shall end!

As the instigator of this major revolution, I feel extremely honored that many share our cause and plight; that many understand the need for justice in this world; that many are willing to put their lives on stake so that our children will not need to walk on streets with Death pointing fingers at them; they will not need to wield blades and weaponry wherever they go; most importantly, they will never have to risk their lives like how we risk ours today!

My dream, shared by all of us, that is to restore humanity to its original and purest state, is a selfless one. Although tears were shed, I had to severe the family bond between me and my half-brother, Gazette de'Aqueon. He used to be the only one I confided in, and now he is our nemesis. I place family behind the nation, and I invite all of you to do the same!

While speaking about this, I believe that now is the right time to remind all of you about my treacherous dead mother, Vhures Chutes the Imbecile, and how we managed to prevent our looming demise in the hands of her and her accomplices. Note that the phrase "The Imbecile" has to be added whenever referring to her, as although she birthed me and my brother, she attempted to take my life when I was at my strongest, as she is full of jealousy and greed! We should also never forget the priceless contributions of The Wisest Sage—Trigas Trill, and the Saviour of the Cause—Lucias Lusci, for exterminating Vhures Chutes the Imbecile from the face of this very planet! Although I was physically and mentally weakened, the two heroes have secured my life, and they shall be showered with the grandest praises by the people for their tireless efforts!

All hail The Wisest Sage! All hail Saviour of the Cause! All hail the ICE!

Vhures Chutes the Imbecile and her perverted lover, my late father Jonathan Bach de’Leon, whom loved her only for her services, has coordinated the plan to murder me, to destroy the cause. Ordinary people like Trigas Trill and Lucias Lusci risked their pride, lives and fortunes to save me, to save our cause. Citizens of the ICE, if they could do it, we all can!

The both of them were rightfully eradicated, which leaves us with my brother and his father—Mason Quote de’Aqueon. To ensure that the ongoing conflict does not spiral out of control, either Mason Quote or Gazette must not be killed alone, the both of them will have to fall simultaneously. The bond between father and son is strong, and executing just one of them will result in the strengthening of the other, and the fortification of the FIRE as a whole.

Based on The Wisest Sage, Trigas Trill’s advice, our next move will be espionage. I feel the need to share this with the people, as although there is a chance that information will be leaked, my trust towards the people is absolute. I live and fight for the cause, for the people, for humanity!

So, believe in me, believe in us, and believe in the cause! We are ICE. Respect the ICE, respect the winter.

-Recitation of The People's Scripture and its eleven interpretations (as written in FROST II) is completed by everyone present, lead by White de'Leon-

Thank you.”

- Speech Upon Completion of the Zieren di Eis, White de’Leon.