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TickingTick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
Moments leading to more limbo.
Ashen second to more grayness.
A neverending sludge of perpetual jadedness.
When will it end?
Will it end?
The suffocating tedium, unabated.
Forever haunting, permeating time and space
With its monotonous tendrils,
Gripping reality to a standstill.
A vicegrip upon the very essence of chronology.
Tick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
FogThe shifting haze, drifting figures
Here a lover, there a friend.
Out of reach, always there
Specters forever haunting.
Wisps of time forever gone
Never seen by worldly eyes.
Ghosts beheld only by the walker.
A fog swirls, things are hidden
Those far away invisible to the eye
Looking forward, only darkness
Never known until its past.
Each step, a fleeting instant
Out of that darkness and into the fog
Everyone, everything, lived in but a moment.
Oh, that the specters would follow
Keeping company along this journey,
Instead of being left behind.
More shadowed with every step.
HoleWondrous majesty, churning in the sky.
Power of the mightiest gods.
Who can withstand its might?
Behold! Rivers spiral inward, never escaping.
Smothering blindness, death to all
Oh, you Awesome Beast, never ceasing your banquet.
Cannot you quench your eternal thirst,
Or satisfy that insatiable hunger?
Woe to any who embrace your touch.
For they will feel your tremendous crushing weight.
BEGONE you slavering tyrant!
Let them GO from your mighty grasp!
For your darkness is no friend to creativity!
To the primordial sea that gives life to all.
I pity you.
You cannot sustain yourself.
Oh! How radiant you were in a distant past.
Spreading warmth and light to a multitude.
But how you disposed of it all.
A mere shadow you have become.
Feasting upon others, a slave to your own destruction.
For if only you had the grace to die
Like your fellows, humble as they were.
Yet all you do is dabble in Dark Arts,
Consuming all in your fight for power.
Your greed denying to others
The very life you disca
RipplesRipples spead upon the lake,
Moving water in their wake.
Oh so gently, lillies move
To the beat of ripple's groove.
Plip! A drop. More ripples form.
Move the reeds they now adorn.
Cover rocks but for a moment,
Making wet in their enjoyment.
More drops fall from twigs and leaves,
More the quiet movement weaves.
Weaving with it's melody
Web of life and harmony.
GrayGray skies to the horizon, clouds block the stars
Air stands still, nothing moves, quiet fills all.
A figure sits amid stone pillars, contemplating
The road he must take in his journey
Alas, to the left lies shadows and thorns
And many perils mark the way
Yet a gentle breeze invites the traveller
Speaking of brightness and healing touch
To the right, many clouds, flowers dot the path
Yet deep within their petals, a mournful smell
Like hidden tears and silent sobs
Sounds of regret and pain everywhere
Which the path that's to be taken?
Pain and darkness for the wisper of truth
Or slight beauty in the way towards gray
That never ceases, bringing fog
Go for the thorns, towards the shadow
For in the hard time, you'll be strong
Go towards promise of the sweetness
Of no regret, and of ever-joy.
CompassI'm so lost, I cannot find
My way through this maze
Do I go left? How about right?
Or maybe I'll go upward.
Oh no, a dead end, now what?
Maybe left in the intersection.
No, that's another dead end too.
This is so confusing.
Onward, onward, though this maze
Let not dead ends laden your soul
Persistence, Courage, Wisdom too
Let these be your Compass guides.
Look a new path! A new place!
Onward, Onward, don't stop now
Close are we to getting out
From this tangled up place.
Compass, point me! Lead me out!
That way's North, let us go east!
There it is, the exit now,
We have made it out, Hooray!
Thank you, Compass, for your help
In our time of greatest need.
Thank you, Persistence, Courage, Wisdom
Thank you, for all your support.
WordsWhat was that, what did you say?
Little known are those words here.
Peace? Laughter? Ever-joy?
I know not those words, I fear.
Sorrow? Pain? Misery?
Those are words I know quite well.
Deep chains bind me, force feed me
These words chase me as from Hell.
Hope, you say? What is Hope?
No more pain and grief for me?
No, Hope does not exist in this place.
Hope is not a thing to be.
Scorching Fires, Choking Ashes
Play me as a worn out drum
Pounding, striking, never leave me
Pain to much to be endured by some.
BEGONE, foul demons! Torture me not!
Desist the torment of my Soul!
Scatter now, and let me be!
Let my life be one and whole!
Peace, quiet, tranquility
Are these things I'll never reach?
Hope you say? What is Hope?
Tell me now, I do beseech.
Turmoil, nothing else I knew,
Hope, a word of nothingness.
Seek a new Life? Pray for strength?
No more will I know distress?
What was that? What did you say?
What do you want to Eat Grandma?!Once upon a time,
There was a little old Gran,
When she was very, very well
She loved to eat flaked bran
But a storming day come raging by,
And a monster dragged her down,
She became very, very poorly
And her smile turned to sorrowful frown,
On spotting this, two bosses emerged,
Caring, nagging, honest and bold
Carrying trays of medicine
And, taking a stand, would scold:
'What are you going to eat Grandma?'
'No, I'm sleeping now, nothing yet!'
'What are you going to eat Grandma? Aren't you hungry yet?'
'Nothing' Came a quiet reply.
'Nothing?! Oh hell no!
Here's the medicine, the Lucozade and half cup of tea'
But still they wouldn't let her be.
'What are you going to eat Grandma?
You still not had your medicine yet?
Give me your food request, then get the medicine down your neck!'
'Oh heavens above! What's on offer?'
'Prawn or cake? Or sausage roll?
Biscuits? Maybe toffee too?
I'll cook some chicken? Or a Pie?
I'd even make you a stew!'
'Oh do whatever you please, I just don't care,
New York, New York!O, New York! Fair city of the fairest
Of the fairer sex, who doth kiss the streets
With honey-sweet feet; thus with a bee’s zest,
These eyes entreat thee for thine urban treats!
Buzz, dancing sight! For thither walks my love!
Whitherward chance I ‘pon she—a flower
Midst rare bloom (tho’ hers be rarer)—O, Jove!
Not them, but grant me her! Or her! Or her!
O, New York! Share thy wealth of fairness,
For suburban bumpkin I am, jealous
Of thy five-borough’d embrace’s wideness
As hold dost thou all that’s held beauteous!
And tho’ pretty she, she, and she may be,
With one heart, sad, ‘lone, weak be me, me, me!
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.Everything was so swell,
Disparaging comments aside.
I was madly in love,
But you were here just for the ride.
You told me to shut up.
You slammed the door
And I had enough.
I thought that you knew me.
I guess I was wrong.
I was more so than I should ever be.
But it's okay in the long run.
You said that I was weak.
But who's the one who has won?
You said I was weak, but I am strong enough
Rocking chairs make an odd sort of noise
When they are disturbed.
They are perturbed babies
Squealing for food.
That doesn't mean that I don't like rocking in them.
They just remind me of what never can be.
Memories of things that you robbed from me.
Wipe. Wipe. Wipe.
It doesn't matter.
Jumped in the bath with a biscuit tin
What did he do that for?
Sat on a pine cone; left it in
That must make his bum sore
Free superwholock feelingsRoses are red,
John is screaming please don't,
A hung up phone call,
John, this is my note.
Roses are red,
Deans blood is too,
I know you're in there,
We're family, we need you, I need you.
Martha had a plan,
But amy whispers, 'goodnight raggedy man'
John's tears are blue,
roses are red,
Standing by the grave,
One more miracle, Don't be dead.
Roses are red,
Dean finally prayed,
Castiel came down,
'You don't think you deserve to be saved.'
Blood is red,
Tears are blue.
He didn't really want anybody else.
Rose Tyler, only you.
Roses are red,
The sky is blue,
Sherlock is falling,
And the angels are too.
Rose was red,
The tardis is too,
That sound brings hope to anyone who hears it,
The Night Before SkypemasTwas the night before Skypemas
and all through the chat
not a creature was stirring
not even Zark at that.
The tyops were quiet
The chat topic cleared
And there was no talk
of Bob and Pho's beard.
From Robit's end, silence
From Clorin's end too
And Tiny was not heard
speaking to WQ.
When suddenly, lo!
A Great Thing came forth
And Anne exclaimed
Go look at the Source.
For Hussie declared
That an update should be
And so it was made
That was His decree!
And DM and GC
and Yoss, Al, and Psych
Cheered at the good tidings
That came there that night.
And Rissa came dancing
Doc quietly nodded
Even JA was happy
for the good that was brought..ed
And so they all said
on computer screens bright
"Happy Updates to all
and to all a Good Night!"
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