my mom was robbed

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.

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.

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.

nice picture

Click Here for a sexy Lady ;-)

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to push their archaic, outdated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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!!!