I paint a
picture and stand myself at
the center of the frame.
Upon a green hill
before a stone house.
I look out at you
and wonder what you see.
I paint a
picture and stand myself at
the center of the frame.
Upon a green hill
before a stone house.
I look out at you
and wonder what you see.
A table, some chairs,
and dirty dessert dishes.
Discussion of school politics
and federal mandates.
A deep breath,
a sip of coffee,
and a real laugh.
And a sponge to clean up
the spit.
Why do you plague me?
I see you,
no name,
and know you are
named.
Excellent...Originally Posted by Buh4Bee
Brilliant Script (BS)
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I wrestled with a man of tin
and found the strength to win within
I wrestled with a man of bronze
and the power win was in my brawns
I wrestled a man of steel
and the force was given for me to wield
But I wrestled with a man of gold
but under his wisdom I was schooled.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Silicon highways spread through
Data cities and souls.
Light and sunshine bubbled up
And wrought to gray cold,
Pulse and fire extinguished,
Save for
The humming, the humming.
Last edited by SkyCetacean; 10-13-2012 at 11:24 PM.
"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear."
-As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner
After the Storm
The smiling face
drifts to the surface.
Even in death,
it mock me.
With a shepherd's staff
I push the cadaver down.
Turning away,
I leave it to rot,
as a victim of
a restless soul.
Last edited by Buh4Bee; 10-16-2012 at 07:31 AM. Reason: extra '
Hairy brows
and sagging lids
I wonder what
AGE will
capture
next.
The sun pours its beams
over the horizon they do flow
coating everything that is embraced
soaking into the earth.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
It is an odd state of affairs
when I must destroy my body
to stay alive.
Yellow buslines along streets,
Angry, boisterous yellow lines
Shouting and choking
On their own vomit.
Last edited by SkyCetacean; 10-15-2012 at 10:09 PM.
"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear."
-As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner
(I made this up on the spot, but then I had it edited.)
October Moon
I sent a smiling moon,
a pouting moon came back.
I sent a harvest moon,
and nothing was returned.
(man, this new format is doing things to me)
He wanted to be someone, he said.
I said, well you already are.
A man, a carer, a rover among stars.
He said that was not enough.
I said well life is tough.
We sat and listened to the stars.
The sky got mellow, and we heard from afar
a sound that said you are what you are.
I had to give a kid a test!
I had to give a kid a test!
I had to give a kid a test!
Because he was dumb.
I gave a kid a test!
I gave a kid a test!
I gave a kid a test!
Darn, this is one dumb kid!
How do I tell his mom
her kid is dumb?
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