My Mother Drives Me Mad
God my mother drives me mad,
She really tests my patients,
She goes on and on its so sad,
She could out-talk a bloody nation.
I try to get some peace of mind,
To clear my head and think,
She never lets up at all in kind,
"Kevin, did you clean the sink?"
Its not as though she isn't serious,
Because serious I can take,
Its when she talks about stupid stuff it makes me feel delerious,
So much so I actually want die as is my fate.
But then again as I write this,
Quiet is in the air,
I hiss,
I can't bare.
My calm level is shot to hell,
I take several deep breaths,
"Shut the f**k up!" I yell,
I care less.
"You drove me to near insanity,
I wanted to break your neck,
So simple and easy yes," I laugh manically,
"To shut your voice from in my head." Of course I keep my thoughts in check.
"Mother, you drive me mad."
-Kevin Traynor
One Force, Two Sides
The darkness shrouds around the light,
But for two to exist to fight?
No thats wrong it aint right,
Like trying to cantrast day and night.
Light must in turn cause the Dark,
Like how the stars and empty space are stark,
In the Light and Dark both hark;
"User defined just leave your mark."
It is not about which side you choose,
Because of course then you would lose,
I'm not trying to break the rules,
Both Light and Dark Force is a rouse.
Since the Force is all the one,
It's only how you spend that fun,
Try and see beyond the run,
Where Force is bound to show you some.
Just choose your path the change later,
"Anger, fear, aggression, haterid..."
One Force, Two Sides.
-Kevin Traynor
Vanessa
Oh Vanessa your so fine;
I really wish that you were mine,
I watched High School Musical about seventeen times,
Only because the DVD wasn't mine.
Your accident your little slip;
Many actresses have done worse clips,
We your fans remain equipped,
To bring Walt Disney down real quick. (Not legally binding.)
This poem I write to you in good faith;
Don't let foul-ups take your grace,
Your style your stardom don't make hast,
Don't let your career turn to waste.
You sing like an angel would;
Complementing the guy who does Troy good,
You could say we wish you could,
Keep on singing and acting because you're understood.
"V"
-Kevin Traynor
Dedicated to Vanessa Hudgens (Aka: Gabriella Montez in HSM)
Dark Ethics of the Force
In my mind I sense their fear;
Oh my this mean the Dark Jedi are here,
If only I couldn't care,
While the Dark ones whisper in my ear.
I try to fight this pain I feel;
I find it ominous that I yeild,
Only time to fight that Dark guild,
Unfortunately they are all thrilled.
I ignite my saber it gleams blue;
Three light their's "Oh hell, I'm screwed."
Their blood red blades seeming so cruel,
"I'm not looking forward to this deul."
They encircle me as I wait,
Closely watching their mental gait,
The smirk and smile at me, inate,
"I hope this 'Deul' ain't 'of the Fates'."
One leaps forward. "This is it;"
I bring my blue blade up real quick,
Sparks fly as the blades constrict,
"Oh hell no!" I deliver a kick.
I push off him with my foot;
He gives me a sadistic look,
I spin through air to avoid the nook,
As Dark Jedi catch their mook.
They spin and face me, anger welling;
I raise my blade. "Its just beginning."
They rush me their powers swelling,
Red on blue they change the heading.
I batter blades aside to find another;
It was a good thing I didn't know my mother,
My flesh burns as they slash faster,
"Oh please stop. I train harder."
I knock one on his back;
Then use a Force blast to make them whack,
They hit the surrounding walls with quite a thwack,
"Ohh, thats gotta hurt their backs."
I hold my blade upon the first;
"Vengance does not become a Jedi." I give verse.
Then my blade pierces his ostophogus,
I laugh insanely as a slash at the fallen purges.
"Death, destruction... the Darkside are they."
I fall upon my wide eyed prey,
Blood and gore make a spray,
"Well they had their dark day."
Dark Ethics of the Force.
-Kevin Traynor