A year has gone and passed away
And still our love may yet hold sway
I wish you luck and thus consign
Our love, my soulful Valentine

So as another year begins
And so must fade our shameful sins
I raise my glass filled up with wine
To you, my soulful Valentine

I will  dream of what we had
The good, the great, the real, the bad
And as our paths ne'er intertwine
In life, my soulful Valentine

When you have a passed and I remain
And memory ne'er will sustain
I will hold on to the love of thine
Rest now, my soulful Valentine

I am bursting at the seams
You need to know
If only these chains
Were a little looser

I cannot leave
Eyes and ears
Are ever looking
And aloft with what they hear

I write to you now
To everyone
And anyone who’ll listen

You need to know
I am bursting
I cannot wait
A moment longer

some may say a man
with a beard
has something to hide

some may say a bearded man
is a lonely man

let me tell you a law
of the known universe

all great influential men
had beards

Consider this: The Soul is set aflame by the constant ruminations of the mind that venture beyond one’s stagnant self. This leads to great inspiration and ultimately inspiring others greatly.

so you see
only the bearded man can
transcend himself

List of Great Bearded Men: Frederick Douglas, Ulysses S. Grant, Ernest Hemingway, Jesus, Abraham Lincoln, Confucius, Karl Marx, Sigmund Freud, John Lennon, Vincent Van Gogh, Albert Einstein, King Leonidas, Zeus, Poseidon, Billy Mays, Most notable Pirates.

What was it like?
The fight?
Well I’d say it was like…
Eowyn valiantly facing off with the Witch King
It was like Obi Wan flinging droids around with the flick of his hand
It was like saying “Hi” to Scarface’s friends
It was like the feeling Shrek got when he saved Fiona
It was like the moment when we first realize Scar will betray Mufasa
It was like watching the Joker toy with Batman’s head
It was like watching King Leonidas **** Persians in slow motion
It was like John McClane actually dying
It was like the green burst of light from Voldemort’s wand
It was like…
It was like…
It was like ******* off the Don on the day of his daughter’s wedding subsequently forcing the Don to leave a horse head in your bed.
Woah dude, that’s too far. The fight between Timmy and Johnny at recess was not like that.

Behemoths of stone
Surround us as we huddle close
The chill whips at our backs
Our numb bodies our the only hope of warmth

Still we labor on
As they are running wholly fearful
Of the sleeping giant waking
To find a world in disrepair

They took it all away
Our electricity and heat
The drone’s of the established
Corrupted aristocracy

Shadow, please!
I know you’re there.
You mustn’t run and hide.
I need you now
To share my pain
Because of what’s inside

You’re all I have
You’re all that’s left
Now that I’ve passed away
Carry me now
To Light’s embrace
Beneath that sky of grey

That final day
My soul bleeds out
I will accept the cost
I know my life
My sweat, my tears
Save sorrow for the lost

Twenty-five brothers
Of Mr. McGee
Not one had eyes of blue
Until one day
A lad was born
Who bore the name of Lou