Winner winner chicken dinner
Wash your hands before God, sinner
Toss in vegetables, a dash of spices
ladle the sauce, that's where the chives is
back to the square, raise the stocks
put the heathen on the chopping block
"what crime?!" cried she
"What crime of me?"
She failed to lift a chair
From the other side of the lake
"A basic test" they say,
"For us to make"
She failed her task and therefore must be
Not a witch, but a plain Jane you see
So we locked her up
And set the stew a brewing
To feast on the failure
And keep our tribe ruling
Billions of people sitting here, dying a minute at a time
Sitting in their homes
Live through their given comfort
But when their time is up
They cling like children to their parents
Thinking they might be saved
But we all know there is no refuge from the "monster" of death
So much money is thrown in the face of people promising reprieve
Churches and doctors, the real money makers
Both of them promise similar things in very different ways
One works the mind, the other, the body
Living off the money that was given to them
To set aside their clients' fears
So many people fear death
And some of the most loved people in the world
F
It sits there, a golden chalice
empty of hate and malice
on the ornate and studded throne
while completely not alone.
It has friends too
to accompany all of you
as you dance the night away
in that place far far away.
I lay here, dying slowly
Listening to the sounds of those that have gone before me
Absorbing their melodies who enter my body and resonate
As a concert hall, filled with onlookers
The melodies vibrate under my skin
Tingling my nerves
Giving me a chill of frosty delight
These are the times I love
No thoughts
No hate, no passion, no anxiety
In these moments I feel nothing but joy
Like the whole world is sitting upon the palm of my hand
And little pianos and fiddles break the atmosphere to reach my ears.
I attenuate my ears to hear the noise
But alas, my body crumbles while I listen
And the music becomes harder and harder to hear
Holding it back, but it's leaking like a Dutch dam, slowly taking over.
Bucketing it back over, but it's too fast to stop.
The only concrete filler is really a killer, killing me to get to the top.
The top, if only I could get to the top,
then I might have the chance to stop looking up to you, to see what I should do.
All I am is a copy cat, oh that looks nice, I'll copy that.
Then they might think better of me, then my conscious might let me be.
But for now I'm just leaking my sanity, draining until I leave this reverie.
One day in a field of gold a farmer sat
Upon a hill overlooking his fields
And saw a battalion of horses pounding their feet into the ground
Sprinting across the horizon below
The farmer wondered what they could be doing
What far away place they were headed to
He pondered this for the rest of his break
Pondered it all afternoon as the sun baked his back
Thought about it as he cut down his wheat
Ran through it over and over again in his mind
Later while he made flour for his dinner
Thinking and thinking what they could be up to
He finished the last bite of his dinner
Dropping his fork and knife with a most satisfied clatter on his
The last things he said to me before he died
I know will always be with me
He told me that he loved me
He told me that I was a good boy
I think that's all he could remember how to say after his strokes
His memory must have been partly destroyed in the process
But he never forgot who I was, or who the rest of his family was.
He never forgot how to love.
If this is God's way of smiling at us
I will smile back at him
By remembering what he has given me.
We cannot avoid the inevitable events
But we do not have to fight them without smiling.
In the end, all we can do is smile.
Lose It All, See What You Have by austinco, literature
Literature
Lose It All, See What You Have
Don't you think
Don't you think maybe we have it all wrong?
We have so many chances to do so much
But most of us just care about ourselves
Our comfort
Why can't we give it up?
People are lazy.
We can recycle. Why don't we?
We can help the poor.
Why don't we?
We can be of use to the world.
Why aren't we?
We must think of the whole
Not the individual.
A quick glance back towards the purple skies
Hurling thunder through distant clouds
And the sandstorm screaming through the barren land
Birthing sand columns at random
Is all the motivation you need to keep trudging along
A sign sticks out in the distance, but it's too far away to see
The mask that once was your washcloth
Is now just a few threads
But taking it off would just make it worse.
It's a dirty gray thing that keeps out the dirty brown stuff.
It doesn't make much of a difference either way
But it's good to think you have some control over your hygiene
The sign comes into view and you can't help but to laugh a bit as you r
Winner winner chicken dinner
Wash your hands before God, sinner
Toss in vegetables, a dash of spices
ladle the sauce, that's where the chives is
back to the square, raise the stocks
put the heathen on the chopping block
"what crime?!" cried she
"What crime of me?"
She failed to lift a chair
From the other side of the lake
"A basic test" they say,
"For us to make"
She failed her task and therefore must be
Not a witch, but a plain Jane you see
So we locked her up
And set the stew a brewing
To feast on the failure
And keep our tribe ruling
Billions of people sitting here, dying a minute at a time
Sitting in their homes
Live through their given comfort
But when their time is up
They cling like children to their parents
Thinking they might be saved
But we all know there is no refuge from the "monster" of death
So much money is thrown in the face of people promising reprieve
Churches and doctors, the real money makers
Both of them promise similar things in very different ways
One works the mind, the other, the body
Living off the money that was given to them
To set aside their clients' fears
So many people fear death
And some of the most loved people in the world
F
It sits there, a golden chalice
empty of hate and malice
on the ornate and studded throne
while completely not alone.
It has friends too
to accompany all of you
as you dance the night away
in that place far far away.
I lay here, dying slowly
Listening to the sounds of those that have gone before me
Absorbing their melodies who enter my body and resonate
As a concert hall, filled with onlookers
The melodies vibrate under my skin
Tingling my nerves
Giving me a chill of frosty delight
These are the times I love
No thoughts
No hate, no passion, no anxiety
In these moments I feel nothing but joy
Like the whole world is sitting upon the palm of my hand
And little pianos and fiddles break the atmosphere to reach my ears.
I attenuate my ears to hear the noise
But alas, my body crumbles while I listen
And the music becomes harder and harder to hear
Holding it back, but it's leaking like a Dutch dam, slowly taking over.
Bucketing it back over, but it's too fast to stop.
The only concrete filler is really a killer, killing me to get to the top.
The top, if only I could get to the top,
then I might have the chance to stop looking up to you, to see what I should do.
All I am is a copy cat, oh that looks nice, I'll copy that.
Then they might think better of me, then my conscious might let me be.
But for now I'm just leaking my sanity, draining until I leave this reverie.
One day in a field of gold a farmer sat
Upon a hill overlooking his fields
And saw a battalion of horses pounding their feet into the ground
Sprinting across the horizon below
The farmer wondered what they could be doing
What far away place they were headed to
He pondered this for the rest of his break
Pondered it all afternoon as the sun baked his back
Thought about it as he cut down his wheat
Ran through it over and over again in his mind
Later while he made flour for his dinner
Thinking and thinking what they could be up to
He finished the last bite of his dinner
Dropping his fork and knife with a most satisfied clatter on his
The last things he said to me before he died
I know will always be with me
He told me that he loved me
He told me that I was a good boy
I think that's all he could remember how to say after his strokes
His memory must have been partly destroyed in the process
But he never forgot who I was, or who the rest of his family was.
He never forgot how to love.
If this is God's way of smiling at us
I will smile back at him
By remembering what he has given me.
We cannot avoid the inevitable events
But we do not have to fight them without smiling.
In the end, all we can do is smile.
Lose It All, See What You Have by austinco, literature
Literature
Lose It All, See What You Have
Don't you think
Don't you think maybe we have it all wrong?
We have so many chances to do so much
But most of us just care about ourselves
Our comfort
Why can't we give it up?
People are lazy.
We can recycle. Why don't we?
We can help the poor.
Why don't we?
We can be of use to the world.
Why aren't we?
We must think of the whole
Not the individual.
A quick glance back towards the purple skies
Hurling thunder through distant clouds
And the sandstorm screaming through the barren land
Birthing sand columns at random
Is all the motivation you need to keep trudging along
A sign sticks out in the distance, but it's too far away to see
The mask that once was your washcloth
Is now just a few threads
But taking it off would just make it worse.
It's a dirty gray thing that keeps out the dirty brown stuff.
It doesn't make much of a difference either way
But it's good to think you have some control over your hygiene
The sign comes into view and you can't help but to laugh a bit as you r
There is a plain white wall in the middle of a plain white room.
This wall extends infinitely high and infinitely to the side.
A projector from somewhere plays a never ending cycle of 1990 cartoons,
And it is possible to hear the click of a remote.
There is a splashing of colors: red, blue, gold, green, purple all these wonderful colors,
And a sequence of words are written on the wall,
All in magic marker.
The words say create, destroy, remember, erase, linger, move on, love, hate, and other things.
Images stain the wall,
Things, people, places.
The floor becomes littered with blank papers and empty books.
Pens and pencils f
Current Residence: TX Favourite genre of music: Alternative Favourite photographer: Gilad - on Devart Favourite style of art: uniqe styles with a solid base Operating System: XP/Vista MP3 player of choice: iPod, all I got Shell of choice: blue (gets 'em all) :P mariokart Wallpaper of choice: something from genzoman - devart Favourite cartoon character: Jerry the mouse Personal Quote: Veni Vidi Vici
This week is Spring Break and I feel it is a good time to make a New Years Resolution. I resolve to create more, to write more and to take and edit more photos. I resolve to step out of my box and I resolve to start doing what I want to do with my life.
Vita brevem est.
It's 4AM, so this is going to be short. I'm back at school, so hopefully I'll have some more free time and won't be exhausted all the time. I did something pretty neat with my room, which I hope to have finished tomorrow. I will post some pics of it when I'm done.
One more thing, if anyone has any requests for a poem or a picture, I would love to hear them.
Thanks,
A-Co