On this dirt path I walk
I am just a stranger to nowhere
As I walk down the road of life
Until I reach the end
It is still raining
I am in nowhere, and I am heading for nowhere
I am on my way
Forward to nowhere
Walk on forward down this dirt road
To nowhere.
Forward to nowhere
Where you don’t even hear the birds sing
Forward to nowhere
Where you don’t even see a playing child
Clotheless
I walk
Faceless
I walk
Cheerless
I walk
Forward to nowhere
Where you don’t even see the flowers bloom
Forward to nowhere
Where you see no color but black
Turn around now
Go backward to somewhere
Not forward to nowhere
Backward
Somewhere
Where the birds sing and children play
Don’t go
Forward to nowhere.
How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
{Written after watching a mated pair of falcon’s hunting above me...near the Courthouse in Barrie Ontario}
Death from above
Dancing above, two lovers unite
as the heavens are filled with the chaos of flight.
Swooping from the sky, to rend and tear
Diving below, like a streak through the air.
Blinded from view by the sun so bright
Reaching your target like a flash of light.
Amazed by the beauty that is inherent in death
watching in awe while holding ones breath.
Leaving naught but a splash of blood red,
Black eyes look on, and mirror the dead.
A blink of the eyes and the couple are gone
Away in flight, the Falcons move on.
Soaring through life, from place to place
Death from above, with beauty and grace.
--- "The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore.
It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary."
as i stroll down the path i cant help but see a whole horde of zombies staring at me
i try to hide and i try to run, but somehow they found me, and i dont own a gun
i go to my house and locks all the doors, but hands burst out from under the floor
i go to my neighbors to try to hide, the place is infested! its complete suicide!
i get tired of running, and soon sets the sun, i was then bitten, now we are one.
a temporary wakening
to a permanent sleep,
fresh drops of innocence
glisten tender blossoms of spring.
but an infectious breeze
will ravish the petals,
a tear not yet found,
an innocence to stray,
then a season commits treason
and takes the rain away.
oh, I so await the autumn!
please dim the scathing light
with refreshing drops of banter,
then may the cold prepare for death
in the passion of the winter.
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