Bark.
*******
Tricks.
Bites
Kisses
Licks.
******
*******
******
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
My fists are made of iron
And my arms of lead
Grafted to concrete shoulders
That bear my fragile head
For within that shell I am
For within hell I am
A fortress of man
A foretold tale without a plan
Despair not, for hell is only in the mind
As is all, that ever was
For the universal gears still grind
Churning forth, through thick and thicker
No chance to get left behind
but carried on, the universe still
Timely gets us there
Through hell, and all men's minds
Mechanically without a care.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
Disfluencies in thought irrationalize us all
tis noted by philosophers, man’s historic fall
‘tis not in defeat we find ourselves born
but with views of the future, and history forlorn
ceaseless and restless is the toil, man must face each day
for every single citizen, has debt that they must pay
to earth, to man, to all the world, until they part their ways
still less than insignificant each man’s song still plays
to man we pay homage, in spirit and in song
for without the men who guide our thoughts, we would surely be more wrong
the stumbling paths men must take, for sake of being right
is the same tale of humanity, in constant search for light
on who we are, why we’re here, and does it really matter
if happiness is not achieved, I wouldn’t take the latter
so forth we stumble awaiting the next sure step
towards love and to leave the disasters of the past.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC