Maestro-00 Sleep Calleth, Dang it! - April 14, 2009 add/view comments (0)

Cuz, clearly, if you were a prize, they wouldn't be buying you, they'd be trying to.

They would vie for your smile,

Your lovin',

Your love and

Be blessed to

Give you the world on a platinum plated platter and

Make life for you easier by freeing your hand

From such menial duties as washing a dish,

To taking out trash, feeding fish, and as

Such would be the case, suffice it to say,

Could you blame them, Your Grace?

You're the bomb-diggity in a nice large box.

Just enough to contain the... (continue reading)

Yo, I'm thankful. For life, and for Life-- Life being The Source of life. I'm thankful for my heart, and my mind, and my heart spliced and yet grafted into my mind that The Source uses to edify others, and the other of me. I'm thankful for the other of me-- the one who causes my heart to sing with joyous wonderment and glee. She gladdens my saddnesses, and lifts my downtroddenness. For her influence and Inspiration am I thankful. I'm thankful for the bus that will soon reunite us with each... (continue reading)

I'm so "blah", right now-- like the nothingness behind lids closed 'til light shines and illuminates the fleshy film of my mind's port-holes. I tend to those whose blood composition cries of an impending ending of, ceasing of. Life, to those I learn to care for-- ceasing life to my own emotional suicide concurrently involving that sense of responsibility that enables me to plod ahead, trod this path, walk this road-- becomes a mere waiting. For what? For what does a dead man wait when his mind... (continue reading)