Kynight's poems page


SISTERS

We are sister, pledge to each other, but born different, but yet the same.

We maybe Decepticon and Autobot, but that means nothing, for we are sisters.

Though we do not share the same fuel lines, we are sister, born and raised.

Still we are sister, for they are brothers and on Paix that is all that matters.


UNCERTAIN

Caution used today and worried for the first time, fear runs my system.

What maybe or what may not be?

Uncertain forms at the end of my rifle�s barrel.


DARK SIDE

Raised on trouble, giving birth of chaos Acceding joy of surrounding chaos, pleasant thoughts of future victories yet to come.


ATTITUDE

They say all things will be answered in time.

I say, get jam in mid transformation.


FAST PACED

I�m there for a second and gone the next. When I�ll return no one knows but fate says I�ll brings trouble with me, so quickly go run and hide.


POLITICS

days I sit and listen to age old arguments. I listen and judge. I read and ordered. I approve or disapprove. My days are spent sitting in front on a desk. This is how politics work, it�s so much fun, won�t you come and join me?


KYNIGHT

silently, and sure. A

surprise waiting

to happen. Screams of laughter,�

good good-nature

fun.

Jokes and gags her

bag of

tricks.


THE HUNT

Blades of peace,

blades of

war.

Criminals runs and

flee,

warriors

shake and

faint, for

Kynight is

hunting tonight.


EOLIAN

Gentle and sensitive

always there to lend a hand,

true and light hearted, a friend till the end.


K ind

Y outh

N asty

I ntelligent

G enerous

H onest

T rouble


G lacier

L unatic

A ngry

C razy

T rue

E xotic

R espected

R aw

A bnormal


E asy going

O utgoing

L oving

I ngenious

A bstinence

N ice


GLACTERRA

Cold and Daunting

unconcerned

by wires and

circuits

removed. While fear runs

rapidity within

the eyes

of her

prey.


ONE

created as one,

split into two,

dark and light

battle

foretold

break cessation

promises to

keep.


IS IT FAIR.

Is it fair to hold one world in the trip of death, to hurt it�s soul beyond repair? It is fair to take the lights from their optics, to crush their smiles? It is fair to sit and watch as others stand and fight? Are we not brothers? Sisters? Why must we fight? Is this fair for the children or our future? What is fair?


PAIX

Today, I was curious and travel out from my home, Cybertron to see what I could see. By chance I ran into trouble, and my ship floated far. I remember not, but awoke to see a great storm of light as it thundered and took hold of my ship, pulling me into it�s eye and peace. There lie a world of such beauty, I forgot the war on Cybertron and stay on peace. I raised my youth and grew old on peace. So it was the peace was it�s name and I lived and die on my peace, which was called Paix. For my peace was Paix and my Paix was peace.


(Note: Paix is the French work for peace.)


FUEL LINES

The fuel that runs within me is of light and dark. It promises trouble and fun, it brings responsible and pain. The fuel that runs my systems brings me questions, but no answers for I am dark and light. Good and Evil, Decepticon and Autobot. I maybe you friend or I just maybe your enemy, for fuel that runs within my system is of dark and light.


A FIGHT

Heated argument

re-sounding doors

tears of rage

expression of sorrow

hugs of love

the true battle of Sisterhood.


THE SAME COIN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE YOU. MY FRIEND MY ENEMY MY CONFESSION MY BETRAYAL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE YOU MY HATE MY LOVE I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE MYSELF LOOKING BACK.


THE FLAME

by Barb Brewer

We watch as the flame dies out, drowned in it's own waste. Nothing left till we restart the flame anew. Stronger, brighter and more powerful then before with all the colors of life: Black, White and a thousand shades of Gray.

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