Dec 09, 2006 07:58
...Leta all eat, and learn all we can.
something i wrote:
very now and then
When children play god,
And age into men
And stand up to the façade
Sharing their stories
Repainting old stories
After commencing their inventories
Hoodie on the floor
With light from underneath the door
Sitting in warmness
Fighting from aimless
Which has become,
Seeded in my orange
Which I am sharing. . .
Independent
Random
Juicy little patches
There are no matches
DNA of memorandum
Half of the Knowledge
Passed through the change
Something transcendent
That you can acknowledge
A flavorful plunge
. . . leaving you staring
Flavor and variety
It shall clear you of anxiety
For you are Controlled
And I am Conditioned
This story can unfold
And is quickly repositioned
Controlled to like your half
Conditioned to mine
We eat it, and laugh
And share the same wine.