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Why Dogs are Better Than CatsA dog has a lot to do,
But you already to that,
and so this is a poem all about
why dogs are better than cats.
First, let's talk about night,
Since night gives most of us some fright;
Dogs will sleep all through the day (except when they have to play, of course)
But if an intruder knocks on the door,
A dog will roll up off the floor,
And bark, and bark, and bark.
And say the intruder didn't knock,
The dog will not exactly bark,
But will come up to the bad guy
wagging its tail,
Distracting the bad fellow with endless kisses.
Then Mom will know something is amiss,
Since someone in the house is getting kissed,
and everyone is safe in bed,
So a bad guy must be wanting fed;
So the Mom will come down and bring out the chicken,
Or at least that's what Fido thinks,
Then she'll feed Fido first, and then the bad guy,
Who wants to be fed
And everyone will be happy because Fido got chicken, and petted, and so forth.
Oviously there is no need for point two,
Because it should be very clear to you,
Lost HumansLook at all those empty faces,
Oblivious at first they seem;
Search inside and you will find,
That they've been left in many places
Have they a home, these
Maybe you've seen them on the streets,
Are they all right?
Now it's nightime; sleep; (these humans are simply lost reflections, left alone to wander in the )
A Rhyme of the LostThe computer is flashing,
Speaking to me,
Take me away,
Set my eyes free.
It has me in chains,
Though I am not bound
Text floats by,
and jumbles around.
Make my eyes blink,
Force my lids down,
Help me to think,
Pull up my crown.
Hit me like flesh,
Pull out a knife,
The computer is controlling me,
It has taken my life.
My Shadows are Following MeSunlight thrusts itself against the wall, and I run faster. I don't know what is more frightenening: that there are two of me, or that a body is chasing me. I am racing through dark allies, hoping to get away from the light, as it seems to be safer when the light is hiding. Determined, it does not hide for long, for its burning golden hands grope to reach me. When it does, I must run again.
The thing that chases me knows no gravity; it grasps my heels, and runs up the walls. At the very same time, my second body follows like a leech, rushing to my right and front, or even the left, copying everything I do.
They say these are my shadows, but I don't believe them. If they are shadows, then why are they alive? And why must they attack me all at once? Most shadows are content with just following one body, but these surround me from everyside.
I continue to run.
My shadows have run ahead of me.
Now they have stopped in front.
My shadows are following me, my shadows have left me. Somebody pl
The WindListen to the wind,
How it kicks the elder trees,
Hear it dance
beneath the clouds,
And kiss the falling leaves;
Like a wave it licks its prey,
Helps the wandering petals stray,
Sends the lost seeds on their way,
Guides the flying gulls to bay.
Turn an ear,
Bend you down,
Close your eyes,
Don't make a sound.
As the wind howls and sings,
Feel its laughter toss and ring.
As it whispers in your ear,
And rushes against the ground.
The wind is always angry,
The wind is always glad,
Its countenance is playful,
The same time it is mad.
It rushes like water,
And sometimes it is still;
Yes, everywhere it's different,
Obeying our Maker's will.
Who is this Doctor? ~5~ A Frenzied CrowdImagine the chaos. A burning sky, and an appearing police box! People were screaming, shouting, running, and all the things that people do in situations that demand calmness for rational actions.
One person was not at all sharing with the endless clamor, however. In fact, the woman who had stepped out of the police box had a rather far-away look in her eyes. Her dark, glassy pupils scanned the busy crowd in an elongating sort of way--her eyes glazed over the people like syrup frosts a cake.
Those who had seen the police box land--which were few--looked at each other in astonishment, but did not go over. The woman stepped out of the box, and elbowed her way though the frenzied crowd. Being small, it is a wonder that she was not knocked over, for despite her delicateness, she was not so tiny that she could slip between people in a panic.
Still, though she was pushed and elbowed, she got through, and she stood beneath the burning garage. Someone came over to her, and slid her away, scream
Prison of WindowsI am in a prison.
Rephrase--I am trapped.
In a prison.
I look out the window, and I see planets. They buzz like animals, spin like tops, smoke like fire; and yet the pane is cold.
The air strips are open. The floating roads are packed.
I am stuck in here forever.
The windows are so tall, I cannot see the tops. The windows are so long, that the bottoms race to the pits of the world.
I am a princess, locked in a tower.
Windows surround me from every side.
And yet nobody looks.
Who is this Doctor? ~ 4~ Let's Step OutsideI would like to take a moment to leave Ralf Weeze.
You must follow me, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Besides, I don't think you really want to see Ralf Weeze right now.
Let's go out in the streets.
"Down" to the streets would be a more appropriate description, perhaps, as the floating garage was, well, floating.
Let's see. Where would you like to stand? There's an elderly man over there. A woman is next to me, would you like to stand here?
My, the streets are simply buzzing with children. And with something else, as a matter of fact.
But I digress.
A child that could pass as either male or female, points its chubby finger at the sky.
"Look!" it barely articulates.
"Look!" everyone says at once, "the sky's on fire!"
You look at me.
"Hurry, and tell me what happens," you say.
There is a faint wheezing sound--it isn't Ralf, by-the-way.
And a wibbly, wobbly sound.
It is all a very timey-whimey situation. You see, a police box has just landed, and a girl has opened the d
Who is this Doctor? ~ 3~ Of Finding and Seekingspill
Black tidal waves swept across paper beaches. Ralf Weeze had spilled coffee all over his desk.
With a shriek, Ralf welcomed the dripping hot liquid on his skin. The oily drink seemed to be eating through the metal table, and papers were sizzling everywhere. It's amazing what things people will drink.
After he cleaned up the sticky mess, he remembered that it was almost time for him to go home for dinner.
Checking the clock screen that hovered in the air, he got up to see what his employee, Obadiah was doing. Until Obadiah was done with his assignment, Weeze would have to stay.
He walked through a hall piled with space junk on each side of it. Crawling up a ladder into the engineering room, the boss entered Obadiah's work space.
What he found was nothing, but something found him.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
The Vanity of This WorldI am sitting here.
What am I waiting for?
Do you hear footsteps?
The halls are silent.
I know they're silent, and I am lost.
No one has bound my hands,
My legs are free,
My mouth is free,
My speech is free.
If I wish,
I can roam the world.
If I want to,
I can sleep on gold.
There's a throne next door that I can sit on.
A footstool that I can rest on.
A palace that I can rule in.
Yet I have nothing.
Everyone has left me, you see.
Everything is gone.
I have all, and I have nothing.
I am not bound, yet I am not free.
The Earth is mine to wander, but I am alone.
Everyone has left, and I am in a prison of loneliness.
When will the guard of death set me free?
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