Loveless companion,
Conditional friend.
The black hair that I adored does not stir to my touch
And in silence I make my 'goodbye'.
Cold steel, poisoned steel, has ended your life
At my command.
My order,
My responsibility,
My right.
Out of fear you had struck an innocent.
Out of duty and love I returned the blow.
Defenseless, ignorant, my baby lives on.
The scratch will heal, but my Duncan is gone.
My right,
My responsibility,
My order.
Stainless steel table,
Sympathetic attendant,
Silent veterinarian.
Red leather I'll keep.
Your favoured things I'll share
Amongst others of a different fortune.
So strange how you do not stir to my touch.
Loveless companion,
Conditional friend.
.
.
There's more, I think, but it won't gel into something that I can use, yet. Anyway, thanks for reading.
Cheerio,
Friday, 12 June 2015
Thursday, 11 June 2015
Memories
Water rolls down my back, reminding me of feathers on a goose, and a down blanket we once shared. And this reminds me of your love. The tears fall from my eyes, blurring all I see. I don’t know what is real, or where I am, so I stretch out my hand, and nothing is there, but the walls of the shower stall, as water rolls down my back.
k.a.Stryker © June 11, 2001
k.a.Stryker © June 11, 2001
The darkness creeping, sneaking, closing in
The tendrils arise, grabbing, choking, pulling me down
Down, down into the endless abyss, a bottomless pit
An infinite amount of nothing at all
A world of pain, a world of rapture
Because the pain is my pleasure
And it will be yours
Join me, it's where you belong.
An eternity of all and nothing.
Heaven and hell
So let the tendrils entwine, engulf you, embrace you
And ride the wave of the downward spiral.
I do'nt konw why I wrote this. I guess I was tired a couple days ago when I did.... it doesn't seem to make any sense to me now. :)
The tendrils arise, grabbing, choking, pulling me down
Down, down into the endless abyss, a bottomless pit
An infinite amount of nothing at all
A world of pain, a world of rapture
Because the pain is my pleasure
And it will be yours
Join me, it's where you belong.
An eternity of all and nothing.
Heaven and hell
So let the tendrils entwine, engulf you, embrace you
And ride the wave of the downward spiral.
I do'nt konw why I wrote this. I guess I was tired a couple days ago when I did.... it doesn't seem to make any sense to me now. :)
I am a shuffling oldie,
Long on this board,
It seems forever that I,
Have been with this grubby horde.
And though I'm old and hoary,
There's one thing that I need,
It's the injection of new talent,
A refreshing of the breed.
Newbies are more than welcome,
We treat them with some care,
So join me in the Bastard Bar,
Here, have this chair.
Like any group we have rules,
That's what a group's about,
Abide by the rules and prosper,
If not get the hell out.
So, bring forth your wisdom,
Pull your humour off the shelf,
But most the most thing of all,
Relax and be yourself.
Cheers from the Land of Oz
Long on this board,
It seems forever that I,
Have been with this grubby horde.
And though I'm old and hoary,
There's one thing that I need,
It's the injection of new talent,
A refreshing of the breed.
Newbies are more than welcome,
We treat them with some care,
So join me in the Bastard Bar,
Here, have this chair.
Like any group we have rules,
That's what a group's about,
Abide by the rules and prosper,
If not get the hell out.
So, bring forth your wisdom,
Pull your humour off the shelf,
But most the most thing of all,
Relax and be yourself.
Cheers from the Land of Oz
Wednesday, 10 June 2015
Ode to the Dead Turtle
Shelly, Shelly, Shelly boy,
What good did it do for you?
All that’s left of perseverance,
Is tire tracks and rotting goo.
"Slow and steady wins the race, boy.
Keep on trying," is what they said.
You listened and you followed blindly,
Where’d it get you? Now you’re dead.
Thickest shell to keep the world out,
Worked like crazy, teeth were gnashed,
But in the end you’re like the possum,
Both of you are dead and mashed.
He stumbled blindly ‘cross the pavement,
Clueless what hit him, clueless how
He died, but why does it really matter?
Both of you are roadkill now.
You had a goal, determination,
That you might cross and beat the hare,
Your dripping, splattered carcass tells us,
You’re not winning...
...but all is fair!
The rabbit, who was racing faster,
Crossed the road a while back,
Dodged a truck, and darn the luck,
Died of fear and heart attack.
It's a happy ending! Really!
Robo-Mutt, the Unwashed Robotic Animal Repairman, inpired while brushing his teeth to remember a certain chapter from _The_Grapes_of_Wrath_ and write a poem about it.
What good did it do for you?
All that’s left of perseverance,
Is tire tracks and rotting goo.
"Slow and steady wins the race, boy.
Keep on trying," is what they said.
You listened and you followed blindly,
Where’d it get you? Now you’re dead.
Thickest shell to keep the world out,
Worked like crazy, teeth were gnashed,
But in the end you’re like the possum,
Both of you are dead and mashed.
He stumbled blindly ‘cross the pavement,
Clueless what hit him, clueless how
He died, but why does it really matter?
Both of you are roadkill now.
You had a goal, determination,
That you might cross and beat the hare,
Your dripping, splattered carcass tells us,
You’re not winning...
...but all is fair!
The rabbit, who was racing faster,
Crossed the road a while back,
Dodged a truck, and darn the luck,
Died of fear and heart attack.
It's a happy ending! Really!
Robo-Mutt, the Unwashed Robotic Animal Repairman, inpired while brushing his teeth to remember a certain chapter from _The_Grapes_of_Wrath_ and write a poem about it.
Forbidden Path
Gaping chest wound
Dark unending void
Remnant of distrot scattered pieces
A symbolized love that once warmed
My mind uneasy
A tangled web of disorientation
Like an enormous wave of pain
The thought hollers once more
Lingering
Like a shadowed butterfly
It lures me
To once more consider sin
I concur with an unkept thought
A sharp piercing yellow blast
Reality dissolves into nothingness
Remorse, regret, relief, a decided fate
All pitted deep with in
A single led pellet
Dark unending void
Remnant of distrot scattered pieces
A symbolized love that once warmed
My mind uneasy
A tangled web of disorientation
Like an enormous wave of pain
The thought hollers once more
Lingering
Like a shadowed butterfly
It lures me
To once more consider sin
I concur with an unkept thought
A sharp piercing yellow blast
Reality dissolves into nothingness
Remorse, regret, relief, a decided fate
All pitted deep with in
A single led pellet
Summer Days
Summer days
The light is not long
Running, climbing, hiding
What to do, where to go
The friendship
It was everlasting
The unsettled arguments had no meaning
As though we were kin
It felt as though we traveled the world
In a single afternoon
But for so long, as though forever
We didn't leave your stoop
The street lamps click on
With a soft buzz, it warms
Yet chills
The day will and soon
And not unlike the cry of a mother wolf
Our mothers bade us indoors
To rest and retire for the evening
For our summer days have ended
The light is not long
Running, climbing, hiding
What to do, where to go
The friendship
It was everlasting
The unsettled arguments had no meaning
As though we were kin
It felt as though we traveled the world
In a single afternoon
But for so long, as though forever
We didn't leave your stoop
The street lamps click on
With a soft buzz, it warms
Yet chills
The day will and soon
And not unlike the cry of a mother wolf
Our mothers bade us indoors
To rest and retire for the evening
For our summer days have ended
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