Lovely Lovely ICQ...
For what did I ever do to you...
Your newest version came so I hop
And now you messed up my Photoshop

I cannot edit, I cannot crop
You you messed up my Photoshop
I cannot color, or convert to black and white
Oh ICQ... you know that's just not right

And so I cry and see the stares
I would call Adobe but it was downloaded from easywarez
So this weekend Jen will have sat
And do the dreaded Format

If it were just Adobe this I could take
But now other programs did break
My mouse is ratty
the Tablet is batty

So I must remember to save all my dateI love
Like the theme song from Dr. Strangelove
The Batman Theme will also be save like a priceless momento
That and the best of Dr. Demento.

For as a Web Designer I need my tools
For without them My work looks like a fool
So wish me lots and lots of luck
And pray I won't lose my temper and go "Oh ----"

;)

"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"

Sometimes boredom inspires genius, other times you get this:
"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I watch my pets aquatical.
As the float around in their little tank,
They thank the gods they can't be sank.
Three fish in a tank, rubba-dub-dub,
Droning, swimming, blissfully numb.
Go my pets aquatical,
to your spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I ponder matters mathematical.
Of Euchlides and of Oedipus,
The thereom of Pythagarus.
Ok, so Oed isn't math, but lit,
But have you ever tried to rhyme this stuff?
While pondering matters mathematical,
In your spinning sphere symmetrical?

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to my ventricle.
Pumping, gushing, my heart is bled,
But not a drop of blood is shed.
"It must be fun to be a blood cell!" I say,
"And ride the water-rides all day."
As they get shot through the ventricle,
in their spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I dream of habitat domestical.
Of my house, that is to say,
For it is a much better place to stay.
My Aunt's computer has no AC,
which means no fun for you nor me.
As is dream of habitat domestical,
In my spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to music frenchiful.
My native language this is not,
Mano, those french rockers rot!
French music!? What a thought,
I must delete this maintenant!
Crappy music frenchiful,
Has no place in my spinning sphere symmetrical.

Well, that about sums it up... if you read through the whole thing, well, I apologize. ;) See you in Dereth, pants optional!

~"Would you like to be a pepper too?"

"Strange 2 line poem"

Fire, fire, everywhere
So let's all have a drink

"The Tunnel"
there's a light
at the end of the tunnel
and it's keeps on growing large

there's a bat
he is flying through nothing
living his life of night

there's a cat
and he is limping away
finding a place to die

and I wonder what's the time
and I wonder why I'm here
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul

there's a fire
it's cleansing the land
making a new beginning

there's a dog
he obeys his master
but still he is beaten down

there's a kid
and he writes this poem
and he doesn't know quite why

and I wonder what's the point
and I wonder if He's there
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul

Writing... yeah, that's something i do sometimes. blah.
*HUGS*

questions/comments/concerns welcome as always.

See what you think. Kinda based on a thought I had earlier today.
"For it All"

(I'm not sure if this is a prayer or a poem exactly)

Thank you Lord, for it all

For brother and sister, mother and father
For spring summer, winter and fall
For a stretch limosine and new champagne
For drinking and crying with an old friend in the rain
For love and hate
For sorrow and joy

Thank you God, for it all

For all Things Great and Small
For enemy, friend, executioner and savior
For high purpose and low ambition
For lifelong discipline and no inhibition
For new strength and old weakness
For great success and utter failure

Thank you Lord, for it all

For the star's in the sky
For the depths of the sea
For my place on the great spiral
For every test and every trial
For the path up the mountain
For every new sunrise

Thank you God, for it all

For those before, I will never meet
For those after, I will be a memory to
For forgotten places and new stories
For high adventure and faded glories
For every new beginning
For every new ending

Thank you Lord, for it all

For sons and daughters
For simple wisdom and complicated foolishness
For the love between a man and a woman
For stout heart and frailty so human
For saint's and sinners, good and evil
For the Great Illusion and the Truth beneath

Thank you, almighty God, for it all.

[-)

The way things were, they're not like today
So many things have changed, I think I've lost my way
Carrying on through the darkness, with a blindness in my mind
I've got to keep on looking, for what I need to find
You were never there when I needed someone
When I needed a hand, you turned away
I had no idea what to do
You wouldn't listen to what I'd say

Steel meets steel, with showering sparks,
and it is here, that the battle starts.
The duel begins, on ravaged land,
and here it will end, the final stand.
The darkened soul, draws first blood, his shimmering axe now red with the essence of his opponent.
But the light shall not be vanquished as of yet. Mustering his courage he fights with the bravery of a wolverine, and the tenacity of a lioness defending her young.
He lunges and his sword is swung powerfully in an arc, with force enough to part head from body.
The dark one will not allow himself to be defeated yet, and with a motion similar to the slithering of a snake he avoids what would be the mortal blow.
And the battle rages on.
For hours it rages on. Days, weeks, months, years, centuries, it raged.
They exchange wounds like friends would exchange stories from days of old.
And in the end, the light sees the weakened, defeated husk of the darkness.
And the good prepares for the final blow, the end of all, the end of the night.
He thrusts his sword and sees the crimson shimmer of blood.
And for the brief, moment, the light knows contentment.
And as he looks down at foe, he realizes that the blood is not that of the enemy,
But his own.
He stares for what seems to be an eternity.
At the dagger protruding from his chest, at his own sanguine fluid slowly streaking down his abdomen.
And he looks at the darkness.
He stares at him face to face.
Eye to eye.
And the darkness smiles.
He has won this day.
The warmth slowly fades from the warrior, as he is surrounded by an all encompassing cold.
And then nothing.
And darkness raises his hands in victory, shaking and flailing his arms wildly, staring at the corpse of his fallen opponent.
His battered and broken body on the verge of collapse, he looks up.
And his eyes open wide as the moon in the sky.

For good and evil have fought this day,
And the darkness has had its victory.
But you can never truly defeat the light,
And there will always be more to continue the fight.

And the sun rises…

*breaks champagne bottle over the new board, christening it*

The way things were, they're not like today
So many things have changed, I think I've lost my way
Carrying on through the darkness, with a blindness in my mind
I've got to keep on looking, for what I need to find

You were never there when I needed someone
When I needed a hand, you turned away
I had no idea what to do
You wouldn't listen to what I'd say