Howl, dread wind,
Howl your dread loss
Of times when ruddy lords danced merry in candlelight
Of low halls strung with the forest's skeleton
Of the high hills holding beast and other wonders of the night
Howl
For that corner of a peak trough
Catching the rain and cupping it
To the thirsty mouth of the beast within
To the sword of the proud beggar
And his honour in the sky
Which he looked upon from a hill
Quiet on his cold brow
And as he listened
He heard the howl
Of the times long passed.
Howl, dread wind.

Days squeeze us hard                                                                                              Simply because they're pregnant with                                                                   A lot of things ,                                                                                                         Good or bad ...                                                                                                          We are totally depressed and we are completely disappointed ...                        Courage is needed ,but                                                                                            Hard stumbling-blocks prevent us from going ahead ...                                      Patience is greatly needed ,but                                                                                We are greatly impatient ...                                                                                     We run away to the rear                                                                                            Simply because we can not run away to the front ...                                       All ways and sub-ways are totally closed ...                                                       We don't have wings to fly ...                                                                              Hard times besiege all of us ,                                                                              Up and down ,                                                                                                     Rich and poor ,                                                                                                    Strong and weak ,and                                                                                         Near or far ....                                                                                                       That's our way !                                                                                                   ___________________

Never drink to distract yourself
It always ends in success.
But once you remember what you were trying to forget,
You have a crash
There is a burn,
A sting of memory.

And there's no forgetting
What's been singed inside your head.
Those times between sheets,
And kisses and fond memories.
Permanent are these for you to keep,
Despite desperate attempts of forgetting.

Everything is blurry except those mental pictures,
Even Milwaukee's Finest can't drown those primest
memories you have.
And everything ends in the singular thought...
I wish. You. Were. Here.

The desert was flat you could never tell
that below where you stood
was a military bunker and missile silo
from a time years passed
built here on this lonely barron latitude
that had a bad attitude!

An everlasting reminder of mans ingenuity
negative approach to peace
of times that have gone but do still exist
creation of terror and destruction
yet for many this factor has disappeared
to die is no longer feared!

Thinking foolishly that all conflicts will end
is only in dreamers minds
always there simmering the spark of war
lay in wait in human culture
where somebody is ready to light the flame
so conflicts in history doth remain!

The Silo is but one symbol of the ****** past
forever on humans the shadow cast!

The Foureyed Poet.

I'm such a fool.
How can you be so cruel?
You took my heart ripped it a part.
With the words that you said,
Tore it to shreds.
I guess friendships just fall into the dark.
Never to be seen,
Never to be repaired. 
So much for all the times we shared.
I guess you won't always be there.

I never belonged in this home
The mold of this home is all
noise and fears and objections
Not the shape I can take up
It collapsed a long time ago
anyway
Pretentious people and trust broken
Pricking at my skin this wall a treason
When the head voice sounds like fears if it had a voice
just what am I hoping for
Ignorant engulfed the whole five bodies
I ran from arms to arms
Reeling through sound waves
Looking for a home that fits me
I guess there are arms willing to stitch me together again
Just defragment me a little bit more
This is the stranger's arms that is warm with hopes
This is home

I, Jack Gladstone (hereafter referred to as i),

Being of at least some form of mind and body write the contents of my day.

Set the scene:

It’s cold, it’s the winter and it’s cold.

It’s cold outside, it’s cold inside unless, of course, you’re wearing a sweater.

If you’re wearing a sweater you are just precisely over the border of Toowarmopolis

(population: i).

Int. an oddly nice community college library,

excellent when you consider the town it is in is occasionally the **** capital of Iowa (Ottumwa).

The main contender is nearby and is actually the other main campus for this said college (Centerville).

Coincidence? Is Indian Hills based on **** money? Is the administration a cartel?

To answer these questions in order: yes, doubtful, and of the textbook variety alone.

i sit with the courtesy headphones on listening to the Shins.

i, obviously, work on poetry assignments.

i work on my computer class.

Office is not as i remember it. It’s changed. It’s different. What means what?

i panic.

i realize it’s silly to panic.

i panic anyway.

i remind myself it is silly to panic.

i regain my composure. No one noticed.

i think.

i miss toolbars. i miss clippy. i miss words instead of symbols.

Is this what being old is like?

I’m far too young for that.

If this is me now what will i be like when I’m elderly?

Living in a world of holograms, infocubes, the wikimplant.

i lied about regaining composure before. i do that sometimes, lying i mean.