snap! crackle~ *pop*
my mom's been robbed;
a hundred bucks,
what lousy luck!
bing, bada-boom!
they were outside the room;
brandishing knives
and threatening her life.
slip-slippy-say?
she gave it away:
her little purse
or it coulda been worse.
and now they're gone
probably spending some
of that hard earned cash.
thank god: no gash.
Tuesday 27 July 2004
Firefox Rocks
Dear Blog...
Life has been a hectic up and down recently.
Oh... and this is my first non-verse post in a long time.
What to say? Work has been a bitch.
Firefox has been a good thing, though...
Firefox - The Browser, Reloaded.
This is gonna have to be it for a while.
I'll be hounding away at my work.
Barking up the right tree, i Hope....
And what about that notebook?
I need to find one.
Just when I thought I'd the right one...
... it has to be dashed away.
:-(
So, we shall see what happens this weekend.
Life has been a hectic up and down recently.
Oh... and this is my first non-verse post in a long time.
What to say? Work has been a bitch.
Firefox has been a good thing, though...
Firefox - The Browser, Reloaded.
This is gonna have to be it for a while.
I'll be hounding away at my work.
Barking up the right tree, i Hope....
And what about that notebook?
I need to find one.
Just when I thought I'd the right one...
... it has to be dashed away.
:-(
So, we shall see what happens this weekend.
Friday 23 July 2004
phone tone
it has been, it seems to me,
a long eternity
since i found that she
was not for me.
but for reasons best known
to her and her own
circle, her tone
has grown
cold.
we are no perfect matches,
no perfect fit that latches
one unto the other;
no real life dream lover,
or one that is her
in every description.
i am not perfect
but you select
me, reflect-
ing that
truth that
you need that
special some one, too.
imperfection
escapes distractions
a reflection
of our persons.
a long eternity
since i found that she
was not for me.
but for reasons best known
to her and her own
circle, her tone
has grown
cold.
we are no perfect matches,
no perfect fit that latches
one unto the other;
no real life dream lover,
or one that is her
in every description.
i am not perfect
but you select
me, reflect-
ing that
truth that
you need that
special some one, too.
imperfection
escapes distractions
a reflection
of our persons.
Saturday 17 July 2004
your mileage may vary
the people always tell you,
it is noble to be noble,
it is great to be loyal,
and honourable to be valorous.
the people always tell you,
that friendship is forever,
that foes must be friends,
that peace is pacific.
those same fine people,
will just as soon turn around,
at the suggestion of their doing,
the very same that which they commended.
the same people that populate,
every city on this clump,
of dirt and grime and water,
hurtling through a vast vacuum.
and they are the hypocrites,
who would sooner slaughter the child,
of another, because their own is dead,
and the envy of it stinks.
and they are wanting,
like eager predators of the wild,
to push their archaic, outdated
legalisms on those undeserving.
but then, i speak only truth,
and truth appears to be untruth,
if you should be opposed to it.
it is noble to be noble,
it is great to be loyal,
and honourable to be valorous.
the people always tell you,
that friendship is forever,
that foes must be friends,
that peace is pacific.
those same fine people,
will just as soon turn around,
at the suggestion of their doing,
the very same that which they commended.
the same people that populate,
every city on this clump,
of dirt and grime and water,
hurtling through a vast vacuum.
and they are the hypocrites,
who would sooner slaughter the child,
of another, because their own is dead,
and the envy of it stinks.
and they are wanting,
like eager predators of the wild,
to push their archaic, outdated
legalisms on those undeserving.
but then, i speak only truth,
and truth appears to be untruth,
if you should be opposed to it.
Monday 12 July 2004
ode to spiderman two : the movie
in awe of characters i'd seen
in awe of places they'd been
in awe of all in between;
the people who populate your landscape,
all seem to be curst by two heads.
two minds, two hearts: two states
of being alive, and yet so dead.
Old Harry is in dilemma,
what to do about Pete Parker;
To vanquish or to cherish?
why does the man seem squarish?
Peter is in tatters,
as he begins to lose his powers;
Shall he lose or gain the lady?
Shall he heroic be, or cowardly?
Then come us to the damsel,
whose face shall make the show sell.
She finds love from the moon,
and much in a swoon,
jilts the silly goon,
all for the spider's boon.
in awe of places they'd been
in awe of all in between;
the people who populate your landscape,
all seem to be curst by two heads.
two minds, two hearts: two states
of being alive, and yet so dead.
Old Harry is in dilemma,
what to do about Pete Parker;
To vanquish or to cherish?
why does the man seem squarish?
Peter is in tatters,
as he begins to lose his powers;
Shall he lose or gain the lady?
Shall he heroic be, or cowardly?
Then come us to the damsel,
whose face shall make the show sell.
She finds love from the moon,
and much in a swoon,
jilts the silly goon,
all for the spider's boon.
Thursday 8 July 2004
the ground
my road is the ground
beneath by feet.
the vast expanse
where horizons meet.
when i am lost,
i scarce admit defeat.
i onwards march
and follow the feet.
beneath by feet.
the vast expanse
where horizons meet.
when i am lost,
i scarce admit defeat.
i onwards march
and follow the feet.
Wednesday 7 July 2004
oily fingers
i recall her fingers oily
as she smiled and looked coyly
the effortlessness of the glide
as the fingers, tense, slide
exploring nooks and hollows
imaginary lines are followed.
the kneading of my sinews
the feeling of being renewed.
as she smiled and looked coyly
the effortlessness of the glide
as the fingers, tense, slide
exploring nooks and hollows
imaginary lines are followed.
the kneading of my sinews
the feeling of being renewed.
Monday 5 July 2004
testing
last blog didnt work...
pity.
that was a nice poem i wrote.
"Money is King".
Let's see if this blog entry gets published.
pity.
that was a nice poem i wrote.
"Money is King".
Let's see if this blog entry gets published.
Sunday 4 July 2004
money is king
money rules us all
and causes some to fall
money plants the sin
and sends you to the bin
money lifts you up
and buys you food to sup
money greases palms
if you should have no qualms
money is pithy
it's pure security
money is king
when you say it, you can sing...
MONEY!!!
and causes some to fall
money plants the sin
and sends you to the bin
money lifts you up
and buys you food to sup
money greases palms
if you should have no qualms
money is pithy
it's pure security
money is king
when you say it, you can sing...
MONEY!!!
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