Dirty duty gets everywhere
nothing but a mess for mommy
Dirty duty make her pull out her hair
please be nice and poop calmly
do it in the duty place
the bowl for duty business
make mommy smile at your pace
impress your mom with this
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Moon Mistress
Many a love story has arisen from your gaze
as shimmering in the night you look on us
the depths of your eyes infinite and unblinking
nothing about you changing, timeless in space
let you glow keep us always in the night
giving light to the darkness and peace to hearts
and let the chill that comes with your rise
be a calming grace to those who mourn
my lady moon of the night
as shimmering in the night you look on us
the depths of your eyes infinite and unblinking
nothing about you changing, timeless in space
let you glow keep us always in the night
giving light to the darkness and peace to hearts
and let the chill that comes with your rise
be a calming grace to those who mourn
my lady moon of the night
What is True Love?
True Love
A phrase, an idea, barely a whisper and we're lost to its magnitude
A mystery throughout history, unknown because of social rules
History tells us it cannot be true, this idea of insanity and bliss
all mixed into a twisted reality which simply cannot be
But none the less we strive to reach and receive its effects
that it might drive us into earnest and sincere romance
madness that cannot be and never is in this broken land,
a better reason I cannot see in our world of darkened skies
What is this phase that haunts our minds and hearts so?
Let the record show its profound disturbance of all mankind
That is utterance brings men to their knees and tears to eyes
Like a bitter drink we suck it down and enjoy it as honey
Blissful poison in our veins it takes over and leaves us helpless
The desperate will deny this evidence and push forward
while the mindful pace and rack their minds on its meaning
True love, this phrase which we all hope for in our deepest place
is just another mystery, a journey that we all choose to face
A phrase, an idea, barely a whisper and we're lost to its magnitude
A mystery throughout history, unknown because of social rules
History tells us it cannot be true, this idea of insanity and bliss
all mixed into a twisted reality which simply cannot be
But none the less we strive to reach and receive its effects
that it might drive us into earnest and sincere romance
madness that cannot be and never is in this broken land,
a better reason I cannot see in our world of darkened skies
What is this phase that haunts our minds and hearts so?
Let the record show its profound disturbance of all mankind
That is utterance brings men to their knees and tears to eyes
Like a bitter drink we suck it down and enjoy it as honey
Blissful poison in our veins it takes over and leaves us helpless
The desperate will deny this evidence and push forward
while the mindful pace and rack their minds on its meaning
True love, this phrase which we all hope for in our deepest place
is just another mystery, a journey that we all choose to face
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Fight for Right
Walking down these lonely streets with my unclad, bear soul in my feet
wandering up and down the boulevard thinking life has become so hard
Can't find a system that works for me, another course that can be my remedy
something to guide my choices away from all of these other voices
into blissful reality were the only tragedy is the lack of vitality
in a culture where the commonplace destiny is the desired daily festivity
of a life were we all wear masks that hide us from the real task
of living in community with our fellow man, without hateful mutiny
that takes us from the lifestyle we all pretend is here but we're no where close to near
It's something we should all stand back and check out in an attempt to see the wreck
we have wreaked on our families and the friends, we now struggle to make amends
with the ones we love cherish in order that our social lives won't perish
In this day and age we've lost sight once more of the people around us in this war
this fight to make it out and stay human turning what seems dead alive again
but we can't lose hope in this dire quest least we lose our souls in the midst of the mess
Time to grab on to what's right and not end this great fight for future light
Only at the finish line of all things perishable will the weight be lifted and life be bearable
wandering up and down the boulevard thinking life has become so hard
Can't find a system that works for me, another course that can be my remedy
something to guide my choices away from all of these other voices
into blissful reality were the only tragedy is the lack of vitality
in a culture where the commonplace destiny is the desired daily festivity
of a life were we all wear masks that hide us from the real task
of living in community with our fellow man, without hateful mutiny
that takes us from the lifestyle we all pretend is here but we're no where close to near
It's something we should all stand back and check out in an attempt to see the wreck
we have wreaked on our families and the friends, we now struggle to make amends
with the ones we love cherish in order that our social lives won't perish
In this day and age we've lost sight once more of the people around us in this war
this fight to make it out and stay human turning what seems dead alive again
but we can't lose hope in this dire quest least we lose our souls in the midst of the mess
Time to grab on to what's right and not end this great fight for future light
Only at the finish line of all things perishable will the weight be lifted and life be bearable
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Kill me Now, Oh Wretch
Kill me now, oh wretch who steals and plunders my soul
breaking, taking and fleeing the scene of your crimes
the ruin that is left behind is till fresh in my mind's eye
as I walk into this house which was my own
bare and lifeless as an empty, storyless tome
Why couldn't the door to your heart be open to me
Greatest among men I am not and most unworthy of she
the one who unknowingly has been my greatest foe
many I have faced before and won but against thee
I find myself doubled over, cringing at the pain in me
Gnawing at the inside of my chest, I cannot face it
this infestation in the vein that this vampire has bit
Solve my plight, only she who haunts me could
but at the dishonesty of her hearts desire, I never would
because I rather live in the anguish of this day
then see the purity of who she is fade away
For a wretched thing she is at the greatest distance from
but rather her heart, mind, ans spirit remind me of the sun
breaking, taking and fleeing the scene of your crimes
the ruin that is left behind is till fresh in my mind's eye
as I walk into this house which was my own
bare and lifeless as an empty, storyless tome
Why couldn't the door to your heart be open to me
Greatest among men I am not and most unworthy of she
the one who unknowingly has been my greatest foe
many I have faced before and won but against thee
I find myself doubled over, cringing at the pain in me
Gnawing at the inside of my chest, I cannot face it
this infestation in the vein that this vampire has bit
Solve my plight, only she who haunts me could
but at the dishonesty of her hearts desire, I never would
because I rather live in the anguish of this day
then see the purity of who she is fade away
For a wretched thing she is at the greatest distance from
but rather her heart, mind, ans spirit remind me of the sun
Sunday, June 9, 2013
“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
This isn't one of mine, however, I do love this poem. It's very sad and yet so inspirational.
“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Friday, June 7, 2013
Prodigal Son
My Son,
I hope that this letter will find you well, child of my flesh. You have gone and taken with you all that is your right, though long before its time it has been given to you. It was with great sorrow that I did as you asked of me and watched you go on your way, for I knew the path that laid ahead of you. It is one that I have seen many times before by men near and far to my heart, always ending in disaster. But it is not to warn you away from this path that I have written to you, but rather, to tell you what is the true gift that I give to you. When your adventuring and enjoyment of things men of this earth cherishes comes to an end and you have nothing to your name, I still love you. When the greatness that you sought out turns to ash in your mouth and spoils all things, I still love you. When the world casts you out, beats you into the ground and leaves you to despair, I still love you. And with this love, as your seeking of pleasure comes to ruin, I welcome you home. I bear you no grudge or shame, no amount of honor taken would cause a shadow to fall across my good memory of you, my most precious child. You are, and always will be, my beloved son.
With great affection and sincerity of Heart
Your Abba
I hope that this letter will find you well, child of my flesh. You have gone and taken with you all that is your right, though long before its time it has been given to you. It was with great sorrow that I did as you asked of me and watched you go on your way, for I knew the path that laid ahead of you. It is one that I have seen many times before by men near and far to my heart, always ending in disaster. But it is not to warn you away from this path that I have written to you, but rather, to tell you what is the true gift that I give to you. When your adventuring and enjoyment of things men of this earth cherishes comes to an end and you have nothing to your name, I still love you. When the greatness that you sought out turns to ash in your mouth and spoils all things, I still love you. When the world casts you out, beats you into the ground and leaves you to despair, I still love you. And with this love, as your seeking of pleasure comes to ruin, I welcome you home. I bear you no grudge or shame, no amount of honor taken would cause a shadow to fall across my good memory of you, my most precious child. You are, and always will be, my beloved son.
With great affection and sincerity of Heart
Your Abba
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