A slick rain fell on the city streets
as Short Change swaggered his way
to another hit, another bit of
poor-paid killer instinct.
"What cost the life of man,"
he thought, but he bought into
a life of shadows long ago.
Short Change thought out loud now,
"What's life's cost to me?"
Short Change loved to whistle while he worked.
The flowers bloomed,
the robin groomed his
handsome breast,
and said that things
could never change,
half in jest.
A chill was in the air,
and robin knew
that soon the time would come
to change 'here' to 'there'.
Mornin Cav. Colorful bit of whimsey. I am eagerly awaiting the season's visitation of robins. They generally come in Nov. but so far there's no sign of them.
Standing on the edge of forever
forgeting what went before
I've never stopped to think
of what lies ahead
I dont know when I'll die
I don't if I'll wake - tomorrow
I wonder if my life will continue
to be in vain
What affect am I having
Is someone smiling today
because of something I said to them
When they were having a shitty day?
Does the space I take up
Alter someone's path
or am I merely here
doing a fine job as an oxygen thief
I'll admit to being no great mind
I'll admit to being a little selfish
but I hope that someone will catch me
if I step off of this cliff
while I'm standing here,
on the edge of forever
s.m.b 11/28/03
peacefull thoughts
the rain goes pitter patter
fingers of life
push through the sod
onyxelle and algis
Two very worthy contributions. I enjoyed them very much.
Discord
The lost piano
A drunken list
Broken ratio
A broken fist
oh my how down we are today
we have much to be thankful for
and look forward to tomarrow
Christmas will be coming very soon
thank goodness, I love the season
guess I have too much to say
Stuffed with too much and wired
Carb levels for the day expired
Leftovers in the fridge
Put me on the ridge
To where I lay retired
Yes, I do know what you mean
All that turkey and all them greens
I'm going to get rid of mine tonight
I love turkey but too much makes a bit of fight
Hey Edgar ... thot I'd stop by ...
Darkness
eyes that are bright
passing through
what could be night
is there ever
day and no light
Doug
Tis a bright spot in the void when ye stop by, Doug. Always glad to se ye.
I believe in Christmas
It's the happiest day
The trolls of gloom
Would steal it all away
Would steal it all away
I believe in Santa
He's the jolliest elf
Oh trolls I laugh
You must behave yourself
You must behave yourself
We rode, swords in hand,
Into the turgid land.
The roads ran red blood,
Became river at flood,
To our delivering band.
Still we rode, our crest,
Beacon upon our chest,
For we had slaughtered
Their sons and their daughters:
Now freedom was at hand.
We rode in legend
When glory first beckoned:
Kill the infidel;
For peace does dwell
When sword thrusts plow the land.
Warm balmy breezes
Become winter's sneezes
The earth becomes rigid
And air is so frigid
The snow is so deep
Maybe more than two feet
Slipping and sliding
In the car you are riding
Snow is for Christmas and no other day
Please take the snow back and make it go away
I understand your sentiments about snow, colorbook. Fortunately, Houston rarely gets any kind of snow.
Catch a snowflake on your tongue
and you embrace unique and young.
Drive the road most frequently taken
If you'd get to work on time
Sitting bumper to gleaming bumper
Not dreaming your rustic rhyme
When the cars do move you are shaken
By a symphony sublime
Of the slow start and the jumper
All spinning on the same dime
Golden dreams can sail away with you
You may find that all your dreams turn blue
If you leave me all alone
Golden dreams may they lead you home
Sonic boom standing still
Cars on the freeway zooming by
Butterfly hanging nil
Rose speeding vast across the sky
