"Sand"

The lawless dust of land. It blows in dunes, it moves like snow.
It flies around, the desert land.
It zips away, from open hand.
It flies around, to foregin man.
It thwirls about forever glad.
It thwirls about, never sad.
Around mankinds ruins.
around desert bones.
All around us, there it blows.
We can do naught, but gasp in awe.
For sand is of eternal age.
From the moutains, to the seas,
Sand will forever, haunt thee.
yes, sand and stone and rock alike,
Forever dwindling to winds might.
Forever voyaging, into open dreams.
Forever moving, time. It seems.
The sands go by
as ages pass.
The sands go by
In ages lost.
The sands are there, forever, mind.
The sands are there, so be so kind.
To let it flow, to let it go, watch the ever mighty flow.
Take your heed, and kneel in awe,
Sand will surely, fill your grave.
Sand will seeth, to open heart.
Sand will see, what stops a dart.
Sand will never go away, as long as mighty moutains stay.
In the Eternal winds they blow,
and now this poet must go go go.
To end the poem, yet with grace,
Heres a final escapade.
Sand in your hair.
Sand in your feet.
Your probably standing, at the beach. "

I cannot conceive of a book,
That justified its work,
If it did not include the with,
Of our brother Lerk.
To put it quite simply,
To all the Unwashed horde,
I have included all the poetry,
From the Unwashed board.
One last thing before I go,
Wannabe poet you're not,
Your work is a treasured part,
Of the poem's I've got.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                                                    

Good ideas, all of them,
But certainly get some say,
From the other seniors here,
Together you hold sway.
Your points are all good ideas,
But I always remembers,
What makes the board so interesting,
Are the active members.
That, said I looked through the list,
Puzzling names abound,
It would be nice to know for sure,
Who's not still around.                                                    

Perhaps an email notification,
That they're about to lapse,
Then after a while remove them,
Say, a month, perhaps?                                                    

You're doing a great job for us, Buffy,
You do the Unwashed proud,
If anyone asks me who you are,
I sing your praises lound.                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz                         

Haiku

Write me a haiku
It doesn't have to be long
just five, seven, five

It's a hidden art
to compress so much meaning
into a small space

Edit: I repaired
my malformed haiku thusly
No talking of leaves

Elements of You

Like the wind, you could lift me
My spirits would sore
Like the rain, you would drown
all my sorrows away
Like sleet, you stung my face,
so I knew that I could still feel
Like snow, you would blanket me..
try to keep me from harm
Like the sun, you still shine
My thoughts of you are warm
Like the moon, you are but a mystery
For I don't know where you are.......

I should be in bed. A thought troubles my head. I grow weary and my eyes become red.
Should I say? And come what may? To know the light of her day?
Or should I not. And stay distraught. And let it be all for naught.
And what if I do tell? And things go well? Would that not be swell?
But what if it is doomed to fail? And it comes to no avail?
And yet I wonder what she may think. To want the same and only wink. I am at the brink.
I need a place to rest my head. Where my decision does not lie dead. To know where I will tread.
Fear like no other grasps my heart. Doubt begins to start. Everything is dark.
I fear what I may lose. What shall I choose? When will I be free of this noose?
My mind wanders and is lost. Will I be able to pay this cost?
I should be in bed. This thought troubles my head. I grow weary and my eyes become red.

"The Mirror Girls"

(Authour's note: This may be sorta sad...i've been thinking bout my life today and came up with this =P For the people who know, or have been, or still are Mirror Girls (or Guys), this one is for you and me both. For those of you who don't catch the underlying theme of it, 's alright, i love ya anyways! =) *SUPER BIG HUGS* everyone)
"The Mirror Girls" 

I've learned through time
that people can be such greedy beasts
And falling from this world
I don't mind in the least

And the mirror girls, see
We're laughing, We're flying
But in ourselves
We find ourselves dying

this is the place where
the mirror girl still stands
with her "I-am-a-bad-person"s
and her disproportioned hands

We're the ones so completely in control
we're the ones who are forcing our smiles
we're the ones who'll eat one bite
and then we'll walk 10 miles

what has this cost me,
this hell i've made for myself?
nothing, nothing, but my sanity
my freedom and my health

for this is that place
where the Mirror Girl still stands
with her "I'm-such-a-bad-person"s
and her disproportioned hands

i just want to breathe
i just want to walk
for just one day
i just want to talk

for just one day
i want to say what i feel
I just want just one chance
To let me be real

And my mirror girl still stands
with her "I'm-a-terrible-person"s
and her disproportioned hands
As if she could sneak into a world
Where no one understands
She would, Oh she will
If she ever thinks she can

Drunk and lost in Charlottesville

This one ain't really my style, but I had to write a poem for my creative writing class and the teacher sort of insists you follow her POEM ETHOS, so I sort of had to get a little rough with my muse. I'll make it up to her tomorrow with some gentle lovin'. Anyway,
Drunk and lost in Charlottesville
Sitting on a corner in the middle of the night
Looking at my shoes, three feet away.
I can’t go anywhere without my shoes,
So how’d I get here, and how’d they get off?

Staring to my left, I can make out the school
The halls of improvement, the pillars of learning
“Education is the key to a fuller, richer life”
But that road is long, and I tire of the night.

Staring to the right, commercial district
Who the hell’s at work at this time of night?
I’ll be damned if I walk down that road
This corner tonight beats an office tomorrow.

Staring behind me, I think I came from that way
Think I came from a group of drunk cheering kids
From a bunch of punks who say “Party or die!”
Mindless and loud; the party’s bound to end.

Somewhere ahead there’s a room with a friend,
A floor, a pillow, a place to sleep.
I put on my shoes and slowly stand up-
It ain’t much of a future, but it’s fine for right now.