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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, 2003Pepsi 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, 2003mockingbird
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
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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.
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