You're Footprints in the desert sand - by Rushin Jansen

Not good enough, not strong enough
not made of Gold or Steel.
I'd blow away in the whingeing wind
if not kept down by your weight,
and fade away in the light if not hidden in your shadow.

You've left a path too far to walk
and much different from my own
Yet i find myself (bound) to follow
Your monolithic trail in the desert sand,
And for miles and miles
i see your footprints always in the distance...
mine insignificant when compared to thee
and yours belittling my existence...

To them im just a cheap-copy of you,
a footnote to shrink the gap you left behind.
Yet i cannot fill the endless void,
and the pieces just wont fit.
You always were the favouite son:
the one made of Gold and Steel,
the one who left his mark 'er he went,
the one with no Achilles Heel.

I always came up last out of 2
nor was i even noticed,
and even now you hold me down with shackles made of lead.
You're still the favourite, you still come first; even though you're
Dead!

''Insaisable Mist'' by Rushin Jansen

Upon drops of ocean adrift,
On astranged piece of bark
Old World remnants, brown as Autumn
Floats the dark mist, offending,
Gleaming with triumph and greed
Fueled by war of violent desires
And Blown by need to diminish globe.
And in the distance, it stumbles upon,
A mamoth of land, virgin at heart-
a Green Beast:
Untouched.
And the mist descends, Riding Horsemen of four,
and with the kiss of death,
consumes,
In passion of fire and ash,
Oh ill fated pheonix, starless-
The Green Beast falling, one with the mist,
beast and Mist, Mist and beast
As rust to leaf, and perish-
Both conquest of the dark,
The Beast, defiled dust to match mist,
Reaped,
And the mist moving on,
To find, and consume...