LifeI am lost in a sea of pain,More Like This
Tossed in an emotional rain,
Lost with nothing to gain,
Sinking deeper beneath it all,
Always looking for something to hold on to,
To guide me away from it all,
To light a path and show the way,
But lost forever I shall be.
Hiding away from the world,
Trying to hold away the pain,
It is always there pushing in,
Deeper into the darkness of my mind I am pushed ,
Away from everything and into nothing,
Alone and forgotten I am,
And here I shall stay until that day,
That day when I am free.
Afraid of all but fearing nothing,
Alone and lost nowhere,
Forgotten but still remembered,
This is how I live,
This is my life of nothing and everything
Hare Who Lost His SpecticaclesThis is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.More Like This
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. sitting on a
Fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close
Now this may not seem strange, but when owl overheard kangaroo whisper
To no one in particular, ``the hare has lost his spectacles, well, he
Began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on
The grass was hare. in the stream that flowed by the grass -- a
Newt. and sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for
Without his spectacles he was completely helpless. where were his
Spectacles? could someone have stolen them? had he mislaid them? what
Was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: ``you
Probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.
``no! interrupted owl, who was wise. ``i have good eye-sight, insight,
And foresight. how could an intelligent hare make such a silly
What if...?What if, with only a shudder and a tear, humanity ended?More Like This
And the world was left pristine and quiet, because there was, now, nothing left to disturb?
And the planes came down from the sky as their passengers and their pilots ended as suddenly and anticlimactically as one of Euripides' deus ex machina finishing moves?
And across this great land, cars stopped in their tracks in Moncton, and in Halifax, and in Toronto, and in New York City? Boxes of steel and glass and petrol, frozen in place – on the Trans-Canada, on the Autobahn, parked on the tracks somewhere in the Russian Far East for an unguided train to rocket into?
And the cities melted away under the increasing pressure of the wilderness – Shanghai, London, Cape Town, Riyadh, and all those other capitals and metropolises and landmarks to the might of capitalism, or the strength of the Communist Party, or the glory of God, or, of course, to the infinite might and ingenuity to our most supreme of races?
And the automated factories w
Drip, Drip, DripDrip, Drip, DripMore Like This
Drip, Drip, Drip
Down the arm the fluid flows
The shining edge flashes again
Flashing In the light, it slashes
Again and Again
Up, Down, Left and Right
Cauterizing heat, wont help
Deeper and Deeper it goes
Alternating between hot and cold
Letting it flow than burning it shut.
Wavering in thought and intent
As if guided by an unseen hand, Again it plunges
Light turns to darkness, fading away
In a sweat he awakens
Nightmares of a distant past.
Remembering the mistakes, the drugs, the hole
Standing at the edge of the abyss he's struggle against
for so many years, slowly pulling himself out of its depths
Looking out he see's a light.
Striving towards it he see's it blink.
Demons from a forgotten past seek him.
Block his view, call like the siren
But he is weak, Hurting, he pushes the light away
Giving In. He Falters. Hides in a Bottle.
Too scared to keep searching for that light that guides
Knowing what he's doing to himself and others, he chooses
The demons, the known.