Tic
Tic tic tac.
Claquety clac!
Pause.
Tic tic tic and tac.
A rhythm out of whac.
Pause.
Let me write it all down
Before I head out of town.
Before this flight takes off,
Give me a chance to sound off.
Please Wait.
Don't start boarding, you just can't!
I need to finish this rant.
Just wait
Someone was wrong on the internet.
And this offense I must correct.
So wait.
The title says it all. Or does it? This blog will contain my current musings, and might therefore offend some. It is intended to reflect either how I feel, would like to feel, or feel someone else around me feels, or felt, at a particular time. Do not view it as more than it is. It is not poetry. Nor is it prose. It is only what it is. A simple collection of unwovened word strings.
13 January 2014
01 January 2014
Happy New Year
4,3,2,1!
All chant along.
Shut your eyes,
Calm your hearts.
Past the fireworks,
Past the blinding lights;
An arm's length away,
Underneath it all,
You will hear it's call;
All long for it's warmth.
Yes, it is coming,
Just as a new spring.
With the fresh new year,
Amidst all the cheer,
With a crescent smile
Hope has, at long last,
Come along.
All chant along.
Shut your eyes,
Calm your hearts.
Past the fireworks,
Past the blinding lights;
An arm's length away,
Underneath it all,
You will hear it's call;
All long for it's warmth.
Yes, it is coming,
Just as a new spring.
With the fresh new year,
Amidst all the cheer,
With a crescent smile
Hope has, at long last,
Come along.
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