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:: Saturday, February 01, 2003 ::
hey !... it's tight.... heh heh heh....
alrighty.....
don't read the following, if u plan to hear me read it later...
it's a poem of mine... couldn't wait to put it on here.... It's kinda likea freaks-in-a-mythologies...
Valediction
Good day to you, sir,
And the ones sitting next to you.
Yes, we are at war, but what�s to say
About this foray,
On the day, last May sitting in hay?
How was yours?
Mine was great!
Last night, I say, �Hey!�
To a friend of mine, her name is Faye.
But nay, she doesn�t remember my fame, my name, j.
For I left and came to this distant land,
Pass, through, over the Loch Tay.
I lay here by the bay, far away,
Very far away, night and day,
Feeling gay (not the �homocidal� way),
While reading The Cay, as I play
In the sands beneath my feet.
And beneath, underneath my feet,
Thank God for not sleet,
For it is nice and neat.
A blanket, a sheet, for my teat.
I meet my breath�s end,
For I saw her, a blur, at first.
A second glance, with the wink of an eye
And behold! It is true that it �twas false.
It was not her, the European her, that I once knew.
I think I knew her, but not.
For what I saw was not a she, nor a he,
Just the tree, not just a tree,
But this computer screen.
Not to be discouraged, this deserted land is ice cream.
Sweet, and hot but not,
No bones, no not.
I thought I knew, but I did not.
I forgot.
But please, go on with your life.
My mind, my sanity, my vanity.
All gone in this �. Poem!
This poem has turned into a coelom.
Who is this Coelom? I DO NOT KNOW!
�Fo SHO! FO SHO?!? FO SHO!!!�
Sanity, insanity, my vanity,
What the freaks-in-a-mythologies?!??!
It�s a DIABOLICAL SCHEME!!!
Long gone, so long, � long gone.
Question this. Did I ever own a bong
While writing this song?
I tell you now.
No, I did not.
For this has gone, my mind and time.
So, hence, therefore, farewell,
And Ode to Joy to my health and�
(What not.)
c-ya:-)
-j
:: j 4:01 PM [+] ::
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