The Claymore

Suddenly I see my hands
laying on the barren sands
a reflection upon the shiny steel
an extention of my will
so powerful it cuts
so soothing it cuts
enraged and krass
gracious but, alas
no poison is less bitter
and no death can come quicker

                                       -JPA

Omega

I created a day without night
and it was good
then came man
and it was good
then came God
and it was man
I created a night without day

                           JPA