Spirits in the MistThey're there, Walking the world in-between, Though most eyes do not see. The people that toiled through their lives To leave something in the land for posterity. They're spirits walking through the mists Devoid of hate or maliciousness But filled with curiosity about what has come to be. The earth where they dwelt has changed And so too have the people in time. But they watch with unchanging eyes And remember what they used to see. Fields tilled and harvested Stretching from lake to mountain, Filling the in between. Buildings sunken and fallen RecSpirits in the Mist
The Jester's CatastropheThe Jester's face beamed with joy As he looked upon the countenance of his lady. Tarrying forth from entertainment past, Unaware of impending malady. Their hands met and entwined, One with the other, As they strove toward home In their mechanical chariot, Minds occupied with events in the future; Formal dances, graduations, solemn occasions Observed by the pious; Happy times that a full life may bring For souls so innocent and warm-hearted. The night was damp, Just after a summer storm That leaves the country smellingThe Jester's Catastrophe
Refreshed and clean. Th
Meant for LivingI hear directions all around me, Calling. Demanding that I go everywhere. I've never been. The travels can trace a source, But the reason's really been A desire to know everything. There's a restlessness in this heart When the realization dawns That everything I've despised Has finally become home. And the raindrops pool like tears That cleanse the very soul, And awaken the mind within. The sun, it shines on so many things, And brings warmth in season's time. And so too does every molecule Conjured by science or the devine. For life wasMeant for Living
Too BadYou're too old, What could you possibly have in common? You don't have a steady job, How don't you see the problem? You work yourself to the bone Just to make ends meet, But, inevitably, have nothing left at the end of the week. A spiral that never bends, Beginning where you end, It's just too bad. Too bad that you're honest and caring. Too bad that you've never once cheated in your life. Too bad that you're a little daring And don't weigh everything by its monetary price. Too bad that you're not a Catholic, Nor do you favor any religious zeal. TooToo Bad
| Graduate Student, Line Cook/Culinary Lead |
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"Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim"
[Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.] --Otep
Im a poet myself.
Quite the nice galler you have here, keep up the good work man.
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Look into my face, what do you see?
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