Wednesday, April 21

I'm new here... as a test to see if I can actually figure out this internet posting thing beyond my current knowledge, heres one of the poems of mine that I have on hand.
It lacks a really good title, and I use a lot of elipses... but I still like it-

02.01.03

Today...
Eight were killed today...
The seven moonwalkers and a dreamer
So they never made it to the moon, they had their hearts shrink anyway
Just in time for the arrow to pierce them...
(Little children with projectile weapons, and clouds...)

.... It never rains enough here....
Three years of clouds, but no rain...
Indonesia had the first New Year in the country’s history...
The rain didn't stop them...

The moon casts a bigger shadow when seen through the eyes of the ignorant...
And suddenly red isn't such a lucky color anymore,
But at least those lucky few with the red paper will be ten cents richer in a few years...

We’re still sheep, but we've been called wolves so much we aren't sure anymore
Wolves howl at it... The wet finally live with its return...
And the sheep hide when they see its shadow

Everyone born this year will be a sheep
...Six goats, deceased, one sheep lost...
But even the moon’s shadow manages to cover that up...
...Only in that unlucky number of days from now I will feel like the most lonely ox in existence...
And so will the rest of the flock...
...I should have been born a sheep...

Palestine saw the world die in advance...
And suddenly Irony isn't funny anymore...
...But hypocrisy still is...

And a hero died today...
Heroes are about to die everyday
Because someone prefers to have more than the "g" capitalized...
..."OD" is a term heard too much...

We sheep would like to capitalize everything
We sheep have a problem with green, but we'll at least have more than ten cents in a few years...

...Give your dimes, save babies...
Today, your dimes will save more sheep
...By March, there will be another flock...

The big "G" apparently doesn't think sheep should fly
...(Apparently black hawks shouldn't either)...
I guess the herd would be easier to take care of that way...

It was cloudy today...
No rain though...
...We sheep don't like to get wet...
...The children can play with their projectile weapons, as long as the other children don't play as well...
The herd is in chaos... worried that they will spread disease to one another...
"Happiness should be the one incurable disease..."
...I wish I’d become sick...

Flying sheep died today...
But...
Today... a miracle occurred...
Today... sixty degrees... In February
Today... Cloudy, but no rain
Extended forecast:
Either rain of fire, nuclear winter, or just cloudy,
...With a chance of rain...
We sheep don’t like to get wet...
And the big "G" is out there somewhere trying desperately to make it rain...

We could use a good storm...
...(But not another one in the desert)...
To wash this all away... so we can return to living

Today a dreamer died...
But one sheep stopped counting and dreamed...

Miles thinks really deep thoughts @ 10:00 PM

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