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Pretty in Red

oh, look at her, there she goes!
eyes twinkling intelligently
lips curled mischeviously
And yet such foxy demeanour
belies her true docile nature
inconceivable
irresistable
pretty in red

oh, the colour of life's blood!
she boils my very veins
the heat driving me insane
a raging fire burns within
manifest of lust unseen
insatiable
irrepressible
pretty in red

oh, universal symbol of brotherhood!
damn, i feel connected already
what i'll give to make her family
so quote your price milady
your knight is here, get ready!
inexplicable
irrational
pretty in red

10:59 p.m. Friday, August 22, 2003

Pepsi Cola

Pepsi Cola
one-two-three
three jumps back
take a step
and then
Attack!!

a triple jump
oh here he comes
legs flailing
arms reaching
he misses my rump
lands with a thump

on the other end
war rages
perspiring faces
intense gazes
two monks squaring off
shaolin kicks
pugilistic feats
blurred at lightning speeds

leaps
sweeps
all fall in heaps
entangled
bedraggled
shoes mangled

feeling somewhat battered
game's over
getting sober

another round of
toe stamping
leg kicking
action?
I'm in!!

10:52 p.m. Thursday, August 21, 2003

mockingbird

trying to pass time
I revisit thoughts gone over
and over like a well-read
'Mockingbird'
and like a delightful text
it yields new surprises
from old words
only the experience is nowhere
refreshing

'never shoot a mockingbird
they do no harm but sing
their hearts out for us'
I give all that I can
my heart served on a platter
so shoot not
this mockingbird

or perhaps I cam a bird mocked
and there are no rules
to protect such birds
I'm no bluejay, but surely
still one blue bird
with clipped wings
locked in their cage

each bird sings for
a purpose
for life, for love, for freedom
what shall I sing for?
set aside and forgotten
an old toy bored of

I shall sing for life then
for love, for hope
from that obscure prison
I am trapped within
each tune I'll sing
of old, of new
till I find the one
that touches their hearts
again

08:59 p.m. Thursday, August 14, 2003

Breezing through the Elysium Fields and down the River of Lethe. Stop by at Styx, flirt with Erebus, and tease the Old Man Charon. Give Cerberus a scratch, play some three-headed catch, and away to see the king. Silent as ever, that's Hades my friend, and fair Persephone beside. Paying my respects, a swift bow, and off again to wander. A quick pass at the judges, and Tartarus to taunt the dead. Tired at last, back to Elysium, and a toast with heroes of long past.