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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?
Ten Little CosplayersTen Little Cosplayers
Ten little cosplayers, all waiting in line,
One bought VIP tickets, and then there were nine.
Nine little cosplayers, staying up very late,
One forgot their coffee, and then there were eight.
Eight little cosplayers, fangirling about Britain,
One chased a Flying Mint Bunny, and then there were seven.
Seven little cosplayers, fighting with sticks,
One got injured, and then there were six.
Six little cosplayers, arguing during the drive,
One was left at the last rest-stop, and then there were five.
Five little cosplayers, going out the main door,
One saw the sign for Ramune, and then there were four.
Four little cosplayers, playing in a tree,
One got stuck up there, and then there were three.
Three little cosplayers, fixing their costumes with glue,
One finished early, and then there were two.
Two little cosplayers, laying in the sun,
One was asked for a picture, and then there was one.
One little cosplayer, realizing the con was done,
Got ready for next year, and t
Der RadlerEr radelt rauf den steilen Pass,
Trotz aller Mühen hat er Spaß.
Er setzt sie ein, all seine Kraft
Und endlich hat er es geschafft.
Die Aussicht und den Sieg genießen,
Dann vier, fünf Bier hinunter gießen,
Und bald schon ist er wieder munter.
Er macht sich auf den Berg hinunter.
Ganz ohne Kraft, er fährt rasant
Und schließt die Augen ganz entspannt
Den Unfall war nicht zu versteh’n,
Der Laster war doch gut zu seh’n ...
Tall GirlThere's this tall tall girl who my best friend knows,
With long long legs, and big big toes,
She has long dark hair and a sparkling smile,
With a single stride she can walk a mile!
She's the tallest thing that my eyes have seen,
More Babel than babe and only eighteen,
And knowing these facts I can hear you all cry;
"Why is she so tall, please tell us all why?"
The story of her height and her pretty high head,
Began long long ago in her Mum and Dad's bed...
"That just sounds rude, I didn't ask you for porn!
Just get it to the part where the tall girl's born;"
Well so it's been said, by those that would say,
That the tall girl was born in the usual way,
But the doctors mistakenly used for a cot,
Some Miracle Gro in a big plant pot!
A week went by and not one did twig,
That this rather young baby was growing quite big,
Nobody noticed ‘till the girl had reached three,
And she rescued a ladies cat from a tree,
The townsfolk stopped and they suddenly saw,
The height of this girl and it
The Internetthe internet is cool
the internet's no fool
the internet is fun
and im almost done
but im already late for school
Because You Know You're WrongRoses are Red
Violates are Violate
If you say they are Blue
I will get Violent
Cancelled Plans I bet you didn't know it,
but being born in Texas State
messed my life up quite a bit.
"Jesus Reincarnate" was to be my fate,
But God couldn't find three wise men.
It would also be an eternity's wait
To try to find a virgin.
The Golden Pince-Nez: Professor CoramProfessor Coram
Had in his bedroom a quorum.
Ash showed the fifth’s trace
And Holmes solved the (book)case.
The Anti EmissaryGul Dukat of Terok Nor was a brutal fool
Only concerned with maintaining his rule
First name Skrain
And totally vain
He was many things, above all a colossal tool
As Bajor last and final occupation prefect
He’s attempts to appear kind were most suspect
His galactic harbour
Was home to slave labour
His head must have had one major defect
He sort out and alliance between him and the Dominion
Thinking himself king, he was just another minion
This delusional Jingo
Still gorged his ego
And his breath was still as sour as a rotten onion
Alas so deluded was he, that he could not save
His soul in the ancient Bajoran fire cave
A history disputed
And plot convoluted
He ended his life in that subterranean grave
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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