Biggus
06-04-2012, 04:36 AM
TRUE COOL
They’re the “in crowd”
The cool ones
The clique
Wearing the right clothes
Saying the right things
Defining cool
The un-cool sit
On the outside looking in
Wishing to be “in”
They bully and barrack
And show off to the crowd
The shallow crew
Sneering at cleverness
Shaming the boffins
In front of their crowd
Soon they will know
They have no future
They’re the cool fools
Don’t be envious
Stay with your peers
Friendship rocks
Just stand fast
Stick with your friends
That’s true cool
WHAT GREATER EPITAPH
What greater epitaph
Could be written
Of any man
Than to say of him
At the end of his life
“While upon his death
He has left no
Large earthy riches,
To his afflicted family
But he has bequeathed
To them a legacy
More precious than gold
More imperishable
Then monumental brass,
A spotless name”
SOLITUDE IS NOT A NEGATIVE
Solitude is not a negative
That’s something I’ve always known
And for the sake of your sanity
Escape the combat zone
And once in a while
Spend some time alone
DARKNESS EVADES THE LIGHT
Darkness evades the light
It retreats into tight corners
And hides just out of reach
Where the light stops short
And the darkness waits
Patiently biding its time
As the day ebbs away
And the shadows lengthen
Until the darkness rules again
AT LONG DISTANT HILLS
In my youth I looked fearlessly
At long distant hills
Squinting to bring them into focus
With a feeling of contempt
But old age has quickly delivered me
To those once distant hills
As now I stand before them
And I am fearful
Feeling contempt for myself
For not embracing every step
Along that short journey
But its only idle reflection
And regret is useless
For the hills are no longer distant
And now the race is almost run
WITH SALT WATER BLOOD
With salt water blood
The valiant mariners
Are bound to the sea
By unseen chains
And serve their mistress
In sun and rain
But when gales blow
And storm and tempest
Batters and bloodies
They pray to the master
To be carried to shore
And when land sits
Beneath their feet
They crave a deck
And a rolling sea
And are drawn back
To their mistress
IN THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS
In the autumn of my years
In the twilight of the setting suns
Will I become that which I despise?
A burden to my loved ones
THE RAVAGES OF TIME
Each year shall be recorded
In your now pretty face
Soon your youth will vanish
Fading without a trace
And with each passing year
You will slowly lose the race
You will fall further behind
Until you are in last place
And a lifetime will be recorded
In your now pretty face
WHAT GREATER COMPLIMENT
What greater compliment
Could be bestowed
On any man
Than to say of him
At the end of his life
“He was faithful and true,
And discharged, with fidelity
Every trust
Confided to his keeping”
I would settle for that
NOT A FOREIGN INVADER
Not a foreign invader
But an alien being
Inside me
Living, breathing
Growing stronger
Day by day
While I weakened
And in its strength
Is the knowledge
That it will not survive me
Cannot outlive me
Yet it is content
To kill me
Knowing it will end itself
OPEN YOUR ARMS TO CHANGE
Open your arms to change,
With open mind embrace the new
Open your heart to new possibilities
But to your values remain true
YOU DO NOT SUFFER FROM FALSE MODESTY
You do not suffer from false modesty
That is clear for even the blind to see
But if ever there was a truth that mattered
It's: Don't interrupt when you're being flattered.
They’re the “in crowd”
The cool ones
The clique
Wearing the right clothes
Saying the right things
Defining cool
The un-cool sit
On the outside looking in
Wishing to be “in”
They bully and barrack
And show off to the crowd
The shallow crew
Sneering at cleverness
Shaming the boffins
In front of their crowd
Soon they will know
They have no future
They’re the cool fools
Don’t be envious
Stay with your peers
Friendship rocks
Just stand fast
Stick with your friends
That’s true cool
WHAT GREATER EPITAPH
What greater epitaph
Could be written
Of any man
Than to say of him
At the end of his life
“While upon his death
He has left no
Large earthy riches,
To his afflicted family
But he has bequeathed
To them a legacy
More precious than gold
More imperishable
Then monumental brass,
A spotless name”
SOLITUDE IS NOT A NEGATIVE
Solitude is not a negative
That’s something I’ve always known
And for the sake of your sanity
Escape the combat zone
And once in a while
Spend some time alone
DARKNESS EVADES THE LIGHT
Darkness evades the light
It retreats into tight corners
And hides just out of reach
Where the light stops short
And the darkness waits
Patiently biding its time
As the day ebbs away
And the shadows lengthen
Until the darkness rules again
AT LONG DISTANT HILLS
In my youth I looked fearlessly
At long distant hills
Squinting to bring them into focus
With a feeling of contempt
But old age has quickly delivered me
To those once distant hills
As now I stand before them
And I am fearful
Feeling contempt for myself
For not embracing every step
Along that short journey
But its only idle reflection
And regret is useless
For the hills are no longer distant
And now the race is almost run
WITH SALT WATER BLOOD
With salt water blood
The valiant mariners
Are bound to the sea
By unseen chains
And serve their mistress
In sun and rain
But when gales blow
And storm and tempest
Batters and bloodies
They pray to the master
To be carried to shore
And when land sits
Beneath their feet
They crave a deck
And a rolling sea
And are drawn back
To their mistress
IN THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS
In the autumn of my years
In the twilight of the setting suns
Will I become that which I despise?
A burden to my loved ones
THE RAVAGES OF TIME
Each year shall be recorded
In your now pretty face
Soon your youth will vanish
Fading without a trace
And with each passing year
You will slowly lose the race
You will fall further behind
Until you are in last place
And a lifetime will be recorded
In your now pretty face
WHAT GREATER COMPLIMENT
What greater compliment
Could be bestowed
On any man
Than to say of him
At the end of his life
“He was faithful and true,
And discharged, with fidelity
Every trust
Confided to his keeping”
I would settle for that
NOT A FOREIGN INVADER
Not a foreign invader
But an alien being
Inside me
Living, breathing
Growing stronger
Day by day
While I weakened
And in its strength
Is the knowledge
That it will not survive me
Cannot outlive me
Yet it is content
To kill me
Knowing it will end itself
OPEN YOUR ARMS TO CHANGE
Open your arms to change,
With open mind embrace the new
Open your heart to new possibilities
But to your values remain true
YOU DO NOT SUFFER FROM FALSE MODESTY
You do not suffer from false modesty
That is clear for even the blind to see
But if ever there was a truth that mattered
It's: Don't interrupt when you're being flattered.