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Sunday, December 30, 2007

Come and Gone

One more Year
has came and went
No I won't shed a tear
As a resolution is sent

Glad to say Good by to 2007
Hoping for better things to come
A decade of a man being in Heaven
He is better off says some.

Water & ice are melting
The polar icecap could be
the Earth tuning & shifting
'Fore everything becomes the sea

Just when things get better
They may get worse
Start riding horses again
Time will go in reverse

The world will begin again
REfresh and start anew
For the selected fittest
The survival of the few.

NOt in your lifetime
Or So you just say?
It's not like we commited a crime
Just ask the buried in Pompei.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

painful as a gunshot, precise as a pinprick.

Pavlov rings his bell
ever so delicately
Pavlov drags me along
though I yearn to be free
and every sensation
with laser precision
haunts all that I do
an indelible derision

but even though Pavlov released me
long ago, before a world anew
all that I do and all that I see
feels, hurts, rings like that little bell
louder than the solace of time

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Poetry on Tuesday! 12-4-07

REDEMPTION
12-4-2007


The reality of growing old,
Is one that haunts our thoughts.
We change our age,
Ignore our ailments,
Sit back,
And watch,
As others pass on to grace.
Funerals,
Don’t get so hard to attend.
Distance forms,
Between ourselves,
And the ones we love.
We can blame it on our work,
Or our absentmindedness,
Or some addiction,
And continue the walk of our choosing.
Soon you find yourself,
In that place of dread.
Loneliness abounds,
Fear strikes us,
Reality lands upon our head.
How can I go back?
The answer is simplicity itself.
Me.
I had the mind to follow this path.
I have the mind to turn around,
To follow it back.
It may get ugly on the way,
But Redemption,
Is not for the light of heart.
My mind won’t be haunted for long.