Dirt Path
I walk down dirt path
Surrounded by twisted trees
Trees that reach to me
With twisted wooden claws
Casting shadows
Shadows that sway in the dusky breeze
That whistles through my hair
Insects death cries reach my ears
Bats glide through night sky
In search of food
I continue along lonely path
Dry earth under my feet
Dry air over my head
Dry thoughts in my mind
No end in sight
I continue....
Symphony of Existence
Symphony of existence
Nature in harmony
Delicate phrasings
Represent goodness
Metered life
Laid out before us
In careful measures
Every one thing
Relates
To every other thing
To exist
Is to live
To live
Is to be a member
Of that symphony
A small part of the harmony
Without which
The orchestration
Would fall apart
New Layout
I've switched up the layout. Not sure what I think about the white, I prefer a darker look. But this isn't bad, and at least the columns layout correctly!
Nothing to Say
I've been wanting to write an actual column, or something resembling that for The Victim for days now. As it turns out, I don't really have anything of interest to say. That being as it is, I have been posting photos and bad poetry to fill the creative void, but I fear it is a sad substitute.
I've flipped through the paper, surfed a few websites, watched some TV, sat and stared at the ceiling. Nothing seems to break through. As it turns out, the only thing I know to talk about is entertainment, you know, movies, television, music, and related fields. At this point in time, it will probably stay with this the way it is.
If anyone has something they think I could write about, go ahead send me the suggestions.
