Bits of twisted red metal
And puppet fur fall to the ground
“Ha Mister Rogers
can you keep your face now?”
Mister Rogers looked up
in a sort of watery grin
“Try as you might
I will still be your friend.”
“Ah, but can’t you see those
Of whom you adore?
They are lying right there,
Right there on the floor.”
Henrietta the cat, and
dear Trolley I see,
but they are just children’s toys
sad though it may be.”
Hannibal’s smile was a
little too toothy
“Wake up Rogers, my friend
Can’t you see that you’ve lost?”
“my dear neighbor, my friend
Life is not a game of puzzles and costs.”
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Beauty's not the rose,
nor is it the red,
Beauty is the dew drop
that kisses it's sweet head.
Beauty's not the maiden,
or the knight in shining armor,
Beauty is the love
the two together harbor.
Beauty's not a thing,
Beauty's not an it,
Beauty's not a seraph,
because Beauty simply is.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC