Mother

We all come out of a womb
With no thoughts of why or how
We don't even get to choose our environment
Sonetimes its good
Sometimes its bad
Sometimes its very bad
We don't get the option
It just is
But no matter
We are all free
As life happens we begin to make choices
We begin to change the course
Sometimes its bad sometimes its very bad
But other times its grand
No matter how we begin
Its how we end
We all came out of a womb
And we get to choose how we die

Wave Flag Wave

The day was eloquent
The first of fall for a hundred years
The gloom could not last forever
The people would not survive
But their queen was encourageable
A tiny sort with a weave full of hope
Exquisite lady her presence un-beknowth
Dressed in radiance her crown shineth above
A fearless leader first
A fearless warrior second
She arose and fought like a winged seraphin
A battle she won a battle she lost
And as her wounded men lay silent
Her flag waved strong

Ode to Robin

Its been a long time since I've fallen in love with a newscaster, but its happened. Again. I mean the first time was memorable like when the Dark Lord first appeared on Leno. I mean the news was given to me like no one had given it to me before. Almost as if I was a virgin with virgin like bodily fluids. The first time felt true and real. And for the most part it was. A Chuck Woolery love connection. The lips full of words. Full of energon cubes worth of substance. The first time was love at first sight. Love at second sight. And love at eternity of sight. I was complete. And then Dan Rather retired. He left our love like one leaves the country to avoid restitution. I moved on. But now. She has come into my life. Full of hair styles and vitality for life. Full of beautiful bodied snatch hair and melodic retorts. She completes me daily. A newscaster yet more than just that. A queen unbeknowest to all. I would whisper sweet nothings into her elf ears if only I was allowed to save her skin shaffings. Strange?  So what. I love her. I would be her pants while she casted the news. I would wash her panties with my tongue and syrup if given the chance to live life. I would even take her last name should we wed one day. Fuck you Dan Rather. Fuck me Robin Shebotsky.

Dark Ages

Some time ago on a dark desolate path a deal was made with the devil. A deal sealed with fire and stamped with the blood of unforgiving souls. At the time it all made sense. Life is sacrifice. My fate presumed immortal but instead consumed all of its innocence. The world quiet on all fronts with everlasting power at my bequeath. I believe in my decision. At the time. At the time. But it all changed. First the heart. Strong on the front but weak in the end. Full of substance yet lackluster in depth. Then the brain. Regaled in high esteem but turmoiled in truth. Full of wit but eventually dumbfounded. Then the body. Powerful in thought but pruned in reality. A distinguished core full of inevitable frailty. A man made a deal with the devil. And he paid a wage worthy of scripture. A price deemed no sale. A fee equivalent to pi. There is no happy ending here. Revelations is already written. The handshake already made. The price already paid. God be with us and also with you.

Strength

The tissue grows and grows and becomes strong.

Strong enough to take on the world.

It refills from the resources of the earth and sets forth to conquer its next obstacle.

It goes back and forth and round and round until it realizes failure is its only answer. Sometimes it falls, but it always gets back up. Up, down, up, down and in its future it sees results. It feels dominant and almost as if on the cover of Atlas Shrugged. It accepts the principles of sanction of the victim with its own version in which it knows its toleration levels of evil. It drinks from the purities of the oceans and consumes from the trees of the heavens. focus. determination. Up, down, push, pull. It goes and goes with no end in sight. It has goals. It always has.

Good luck tissue. Good luck.

Chips

I see the diamonds I see the clubs
I see a coke with some rum
I see an idiot with a bluff
I throw it down its the nuts

Smile

I see a mango I see a flower
Its beauty is too much to devour
To know its truth is not that simple
All I know is it gives me a dimple