Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
You know, dear Ms. Park I did truly embark At first, on this little poem On the weather I wrote, As agreed when we spoke But then…a cute garden gnome Wait, what? You might say ‘Cause no sense did that make But stay with me, for I shall explain As I was driving to … More From Whence They Met
The hours late I close the gate My shutters, clasp and lock I ring the bell Fill my inkwell And glance, toward the clock An evening chill It greets my quill As letters join, to words The only sound Which can be found Is chirping, of the birds My thoughts now … More How I Write
Hello again my people! Tonight we talk of change You all know what I speak of That dreaded dating game Gone, those days of wonder Where in stomachs, wings would flap But butterflies are gone now Their place, a shallow app Sigh…rather than depress you And speak the truth today Instead I’ll joke about it … More Modern Dating
There are times that we quit We wrestle, and fit As we call our hard lives but a strife We get caught in the past Or get told we won’t last And we wish for a bullet or knife My friends, let it go Just take this life slow Remember one thing, most of all … More The Meaning of Life
King Jordain She knows exactly where my heart lies. Buried deep within that sheath of angst, she knows the truth. She knows I cannot raise my blade to her. This foolhardy campaign is fueled by her insatiable desire for revenge; her misguided malfeasance. Yet reality continues to elude her. The entirety of her army’s morale rests … More On the Eve: 6
I’d like to try a thought experiment. This might be weird; but just bear with me. You’ll need to pay very close attention to the things you’re about to read. More importantly, you’ll need to truly, truly, visualize and imagine what I’m going to say. I want you to imagine yourself plugging your ears. Sound strange? … More I Want to Play a Game
“Hey, what was the name of that new girl again? You know, the brown haired Lenghornian with the exquisite…personality?” Back in Spam’s newly reconstructed Tower of Management, Will the Wolf ponders the assets of a Lenghornian newcomer with Chilian manservent, Quesadilla. “I know not, my Lord.” Quesadilla replies. “I am but a lowly Chilian. Our … More The Revolt Returns: 8
To our beloved co-worker Shannon, oh Shannon, where goes the time? Are you seriously entering year thirty-nine? I think it’d behoove you to look and go see If your card has arrived from AARP Today marks a day that we all often fear For every birthday adds yet one more year Not all that … More Happy Birthday Shannon!
Antony – Commander of Queen Jocasta’s Army We have taken refuge in Clarmont, the first safe village we crossed following our withdrawal. If one can even call it a village, that is. There is little more than battered huts and peasant farmers here. Far less than what one would deem an ideal location for which … More On the Eve: 3
How the World Should Work 