Some poetry.
Written 10-31-05
All Hallows eve
of spook & superstition
of tricks, treats and traditions,
of goblins, ghouls and gremlins,
a spirited day of musings,
frights, frolicsm and glees gallop,
the harvests end unto a winters blossom,
when we cast our eyes upon the night,
bracing for mother earths untold period,
of the years dark labor,
soon to bring us into the new year,
to behold the fresh skin,
new beginnings.
Written: 11-06-05
Who I am
I am strong.
The eternal optimist, The groups warmth, a little sainity, masked in its own chaos, I exude stability, there is nothing to fear from me. Fun to love, Easy to befriend, Impossible to destroy, mine is not an external shell of armor, pockmarked with the telltale memories of altercations and battles of previous days. Mine is a cloak of liquid enrapture, its mass never peirced. the shapes caused by inflicted pain and damage only incurs a moments ripple, and quickly returns to its natural serene ebb and flow.
All Hallows eve
of spook & superstition
of tricks, treats and traditions,
of goblins, ghouls and gremlins,
a spirited day of musings,
frights, frolicsm and glees gallop,
the harvests end unto a winters blossom,
when we cast our eyes upon the night,
bracing for mother earths untold period,
of the years dark labor,
soon to bring us into the new year,
to behold the fresh skin,
new beginnings.
Written: 11-06-05
Who I am
I am strong.
The eternal optimist, The groups warmth, a little sainity, masked in its own chaos, I exude stability, there is nothing to fear from me. Fun to love, Easy to befriend, Impossible to destroy, mine is not an external shell of armor, pockmarked with the telltale memories of altercations and battles of previous days. Mine is a cloak of liquid enrapture, its mass never peirced. the shapes caused by inflicted pain and damage only incurs a moments ripple, and quickly returns to its natural serene ebb and flow.