Poetry Series #6:

Slander
Fire
Death
Misery
Power
Energy
Faith
Faith
Belief
Hope
Chance

Slaughterhouse-Five

So I just finished reading Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. It was really quite good. Quite a number of people die. So it goes.

Poetry Series #5: Time marches

There is a dearth of influence
To drag us from our lonely beds,
When the clock strikes the hour
We should be elsewhere.

You plan the day in your mind as
You perform your daily ablutions.
The heavy bag complimented
By your spirit.

The ground clings to your feet
As the cars rush around you.
The sun blinding every time,
You try and be safe.

The bus you take, or the car you drive
Or the subway you ride
Take you
Where you'd rather not

The doors open
Time marches

Lyrics; Dirait-on

Dirait-on

Abandon entouré d'abandon,
tendresse touchant aux tendresses…
C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse
se caresse, dirait-on;

se caresse en soi-même,
par son propre reflet éclairé.
Ainsi tu inventes le thème
du Narcisse exaucé.

A Thank You and a Rant

Post 100

It's nice to rejoin the world...

My world...


One of them at least.

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I'm sick of pretending.
And I'm sick of honor.

I'm sick of trying at something I
Just don't care about anymore.
And I'm sick of your meaningless condescension.

I'm sick of your acting
I know who you are

I'm sick of trying
I'm sick of trying to
Connect with you when you wont let me

Everything gives a little, takes a little

Give a little.


Damn you.



I'm sick of commitments
I'm sick of commitments that aren't commitments
I'm sick of keeping a promise I never vocalized
You never asked for

Who are you to tell me what I want
Who are you to tell me how I should live my life
Who are you to judge my choice

Respect the individual for their own set of values
Accept them for who they are

You are all guilty.

You are All guilty.


And

For those who throw no pretense
For my sake
For the worlds sake

You have my thanks

And may my world be populated by you

Poetry Series #4:

There is a place
Where there world stops
And the light of nature
Overtakes the might of men

There is a place just north of here
Where drops of water
Freeze to crystalline banks
The snowy footprints of yesterday

There is a house on a hill
There is a flame in the fireplace
There is a game on the table

Come with me there sometime.
Bring me there sometime.
I miss it.
I miss you.

Lyrics; Allen Pote: We are one (In memory of Elliott Bean)

This song is hard to sing
Because goodbyes are hard to say
But I know it's only for a time
We will meet again someday

The song we've left unsung
Will keep ringing in my heart
Till the melodies keep echoing
And help me do my part

To let the light of our love shine
For all the world to see
Let your joy and laughter
Become a part of me

And because I have known you
My life will never be quite the same
May your spirit
Live through me

The time we've spent together
All the happiness and tears
All these many special moments
Will make memories through the years

And when it's time to meet again
I'll know you by your name
For a friendship lasts for ever
And forever stays the same

We are one, we are one
In the name of the lord
We are one in the spirit
We are one in our love

And because I have known you
My life will never be quite the same
May your spirit
Live through me

Live through me