Video Game Anthology

The Effect of Mass

Historical happenings launch a search

To find

To see

A woman

A Shepard, set in her sexuality

Beginning

A driving force

An effect on mass

Colliding with an illusive end

Relaying a memory against glass

Against organic denial

A woman

Intimate in her terror

Resigning to companions

Searching for a method to combat chaos

Finding love in an uncharted war

A woman

Steady with the burden of humanity

Waiting for a destination of extinction

Calibrating a vindictive victory

A virtual civilization of worlds in the universe

A vision of salvation

A woman

Controlling

Collecting

Counseling a singular emotion

Intervening at the pinnacle of the reap

Leading an unknown army against a cause not yet known

Shouts of “Stand Fast. Stand Strong. Stand Together.”

With fists in the air

Halting a cycle.

An Age

There once was a taint -

a mezzo piano darkness.

It grew into

a colossal desire for vengeance.

It spawned filth

across the land,

like a dragon spewing fire.

Everywhere.

On everything.

As it reached its forte,

the noble equipped themselves

with tiered armor

and set on a quest -

an evocative adventure

they hoped to survive.

Abandoning any hope for glory,

they joined in a symphonic sacrifice.

With swords and arrows pointed

towards the sky,

a crescendo erupted,

dispelling the taint

and ridding the land of all evil.

Rezadent

Why is Faith a nightmare

A black bird in the sun of Casablanca

Why is there a future of static

Of simply marketing and networking the brain

Why is there snow in the theoretical bliss of another land

Why is finding and saving hope impossible

and

Why is the propinquity with a phobia possible

Why is nostalgia not happening

Why is this odyssey consisting of only

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Goddess

She Runs

across

Thailand, Bolivia, Ghana

with

Her Exploration like Instinct

Strong in her Independence

and

Bound to her Compulsion

She Raids

Scholars and Architects

Artifacts and Legends

Myths, Ancient Tombs

aiding

Her Journey through Cultures

She Hunts

through

Misty Green Cascading across the Earth

To Find

Gems of Lost Dreams

Camouflaged

Awaiting the Arrival of Artemis

She is

My Safe Place

My Life-Long Home

My Omniscient Fantasy

Dating back to 1996

She Will Not Halt

Croft Manor Will Not Fall

Republic

I long for freedom For a chance to breathe a sigh of relief and watch A beautiful sunset across the fields

She yearns for a sister For someone to forever be A friend

He wishes for a rebuilding For steps to be taken in his becoming of A knight

We are finding peace A light in the dark A drop of good in a vast sea of bad

The Republic It craves apathy and For old ways to prevail in A cold, harsh reality

They need reverberating screams to silence For a chance to destroy an empire A one-time opportunity to exile

I want to decimate those souls who For an unknown reason, attempt to resist A stone hard resolve

We are always present like A subjective body of lies and An alluring and overpowering force

GLaD

You are a sadist.

You put me in a center and

expect me to accept

white

grey

blue

white

grey

orange.

You are the CEO

of a foreign facility.

You organize puzzles in confinement.

You claim it's for science.

You stop my momentum

and Enrich me.

You demand submission

and refuse to clarify why.

You test me

with cake and fabrications.

You simulate a friendship

then you

wait

what is that.

a potato.

you throw potatoes at me.

You make me livid.

You make me want to live

in a cave filled with asbestos.

You deteriorate

like a black hole.

You never die though.

You can never die.

Captive Collapse

.A

.City

.Captured

.Constructed

.To Erase

.Joy

.Forcing

.Equilibrium

.Stemming

.The

.Flow

.The

.Pulse

.Of Red

.Running

.With

.Ink

.Avoiding

.Conformity-

.The

.Edge

.Of A

.Mirror

.Shards

.Threatening

.So

. . Sharp

.So Very Alive

.Atop

.Skyscrapers

.Skidding

.On

.Slick

.White

.Empty

.Ground

42

There's a chance

for an alliance

for a united myriad of masters

Coalescing to serve

to fix health and politics

once and for all

There's a chance

that our convoluted horizon

may seem too trivial

to the 42

That the drumming and pounding

of their opposition

is too slow a rate

There's a chance

This fusion of upgraded genes

will proudly beat this theme

And will Marvel in exhilaration

At the Ultimate End

There's a chance

and they will take it

The Crown And The Reaver

Morbid Majesty, Rebellion Is Needed.

Revolution And A Warning Must Be Heeded.

Power And Secrets Don't Create Kings,

But We'll See What A Savior To Defend Us Can Bring.

Protection Against A Malevolent Traitor,

A Beguiling Fool, And Industrious Hater,

Is A Shade O'er The Land With Potential To Win.

If Only The Will Of Our Enemy Was Paper-Thin.

As Loud As An Opera And Light As A Feather,

We Strike The Controller And Gather Together.

Historical Fables Haven't The Dimension To Tell

The Uproarious Fellowship That Ended This Hell.

Oracles Couldn't Have Foreseen Such An End

As The Community Of Albion Beginning To Mend.