tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64932639485682493712024-03-13T10:04:18.924-07:00HardWalkerQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493263948568249371.post-40659346986280955822011-07-28T16:07:00.000-07:002011-07-28T16:20:39.402-07:00A CriticRosy-cheeked tickled pink<br />By outrageous cat-calls<br />By Dogs barking lascivious soliloquies <br />Hoping for pale moons to show.<br />I was there when it occurred<br />When the beast did prey on their predators<br />Coyly asking "Come hither"<br />Showing their tails <br />And running away. <br />The kittens run faster than the cats<br />Naively<br />Only to be caught twice as fast<br />Torn apart<br />And left by the side of the road<br />Wiser but still pitiful<br />The cats play with their preys <br />They know <br />That without proper and caring guidance<br />The dogs that hound them <br />Would be left chasing their own tails<br />Panting pathetically <br />So they play <br />And the kinder ones stay <br />And I saw it all <br />Locked up in my cage.Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493263948568249371.post-18457317599483848082011-07-14T08:55:00.000-07:002011-07-14T08:59:40.252-07:00The Selfless SobsI have this thing about smiles<br />Okay <br />Not a real thing thing, just a thing<br />‘Cause… well, there’s the thing<br />The Way of the World <br />How it was imparted to me<br />By those that I have assigned worthy of dictating <br />My petty actions <br />Is <br />To do what you can for those that are of ill-fortune<br />Help to make prosperous the impoverish <br />Aid those that are aid-deprived<br />And while that’s all well and good…<br />What should I do with the rest of my time<br />When the world only seems to smile?<br />Make well myself?<br />But myself is no-self to make well—<br />I mean I’m perfectly fine<br />I am content with what is my and mine<br />So I ask again, what should I do with my time<br />When the world only seems to smile?<br />What?<br />Make ill?<br />Make woe?<br />Well that would make the smiles cease<br />And relieve us from this banal peace<br />But cruelty undeserved? How deprived<br />I mean… I mean I know men aren’t angels<br />But does that mean they deserve the devil?<br />And by my hands?<br />Well, which hands but mine have yet to cast a stone?<br />But… no, no, to cause ill to save from ill that I’ll make <br />Such a… such a plague to the world <br />To decay perchance to preserve <br />The Altruist’s Sanity<br />Is Insanity<br /><br /><br />But I’m so bored.Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493263948568249371.post-60319841549202929462011-07-11T16:01:00.001-07:002011-07-13T13:20:12.544-07:00A Female Dog Named NostalgiaHelp!<br />I’m drowning in my own nostalgia <br />Forgetting the present for the past<br />A Goddamn Nocturne <br />U-turn<br />I make<br />Toward winters last<br />Where I shall eat stale bread<br />Sipped Curdled milk from a wine glass<br />To be<br />Adrift upon that cabin at sea--<br />The likes of which our fathers were probably born in<br />But Weren't--<br />Safe, alas.<br />After all I know what's there<br />And My memories could reform...<br />Yes<br />For after all if it was a wine glass then surely it was wine?<br />Why shouldn't I whine for what was mine <br />To forsake time <br />For that fresh bread and that sweet wine <br />That never was <br />Yet so vivid<br />Is it<br />In my memory<br /> <br />The day has not ceased <br />Yet that flighty king seems to have benighted me<br />To his court where the light can no longer lour’d overhead<br />And give my feats a rest <br /><br />The Light<br />Which brings warmth and worn<br />Which seeks to remind me that my time is not yet done with me<br />Confronts <br />“Do You wish it to be?”<br />“Of course not” said me<br />“Then wise up or I’ll take it from thee”<br /><br />Such tyrannic rhetoric, I do not wear lightly<br />“Who are thee to tell me what is Right, [L]ight”<br />So I cast away that heir that keeps me afloat<br />And I drown<br />Drown<br />Drown<br />Forever Defiant <br />Against <br />Tyrannical TruthQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493263948568249371.post-6999286000989906332011-06-18T04:59:00.000-07:002011-06-18T05:07:11.700-07:00Hey look another one...<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VenMrHqNqUE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493263948568249371.post-43131068107939188532011-02-06T04:26:00.001-08:002011-02-06T04:29:53.830-08:00Hey! It's a Short Film; look at that...<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jZDDjbF7HIY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />Officially mine. This is my first. Tear it to pieces if you want.Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493263948568249371.post-52173994813071956392009-12-02T16:30:00.000-08:002010-07-22T18:26:03.024-07:00An Ode to Turkey DayI’ve seen it. You’ve seen. We all have seen it.<br />The holly on lamp post wrapped around in a coil.<br />All surmounted with a bright red bow<br />Overlooked by mistletoes.<br />The Santas with their bells<br />Ring, ring, ring all the while the bird still preheats.<br />Oh yes, Christmas came early this year, as it did last year.<br />The out of season decoration that donned every store front<br />Even before the week of Thanksgiving had come.<br />Yes, Christmas came early this year but not for the cheer<br />Instead, it was for the shopping and the specials on TV.<br />All trying to capitalize on the non-seasonal cheer<br />So they ring and sing all the while turkey freezes in the freezer.<br />Prematurely forgotten,<br />And the dinner you ate last Thursday<br />Could’ve been a regular dinner for all anyone in the advertising business was concerned<br />Sure I can understand that you make more money selling presents than cranberry sauce.<br />But still, where’s the heart?<br />Do you even care?<br />You great businesses of enterprise<br />Have you forgotten how to squeeze every penny out from every holiday?<br />I still have my Yom Kippur earmuffs<br />“They’ll keep you warm,<br />While you atone”<br />Oh, and let’s not forget about the entertainment industry,<br />Who shows it mockery to the season.<br />I saw a Christmas special on Thanksgiving night.<br />Respectfully, it was after we had finished our dinner<br />But not before we had had our pie.<br />We as a people can not tolerate this.<br />We can’t accept what will come:<br />Reruns on Christmas day because the special was shown on Thanksgiving<br />It’s disgraceful; it’s a shame, its exposition.<br />An ode to turkey for someday this statement will be true<br />As the day will some day be known as Christmas part une (fr. One)<br />Bon chance, le petit dindle!<br />(Translate: Good luck, little turkey!)Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03061163195991860078noreply@blogger.com0