tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-9560470869872435352008-01-03T08:34:00.000-06:002008-01-03T07:26:22.490-06:002008-01-03T07:26:22.490-06:00Well I've fought off enough of the hangover to present two poems. This first is by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10558914005002260176">Adam Monroe</a> who ironically has more time on his hands than he'd like:<br /><br /><blockquote><h2>Reflections Flowering in the Abyss (haiku)</h2><i>by <a href="http://adammonroe.blogspot.com/">Adam Monroe</a></i><br />Darkness surrounds me<br />Consuming spidery thoughts<br />Will this thought too leave? (Yeah)<br /><br />People have always wanted<br />My looks, my charm, my flair, me<br />This is now a curse. (Really)<br /><br />Lyle keeps ass-kissing<br />But he can not help, No more<br />Than can all others. (Help me!)<br /><br />Alas! they’re almost<br />At the door. And I’m not just<br />Being dramatic. (Please)<br /><br />Back, vile villainous<br />Creatures of the lonely night.<br />I am also cold. (...)<br /><br />I can hear the dead people<br />Crawling through the soil<br />I think they want my box. </blockquote><br />I'm forced to wonder if Adam ever met the creator of "Dawn of the Dead."<br />Now here's <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797093346876863750">Maya</a>, whose poem focuses on Death:<br /><br /><blockquote><center><h2>Bringer of Death</h2><i>by <a href="http://mayaontherun.blogspot.com/">Maya Herrera</a></i><br /><br />A wedding, a symbol of new life;<br /> These memories only bring me well-deserved strife <br />Back in my home town, the Dominican, Mexico,<br />(I really don’t know)<br />Dressed as an angel in a dress never worn,<br />A demon, a killer, a freak is born<br />Tears of tar, black death and sorrow,<br />We kill all, the squirrel to the swallow.<br />My brother protects me, but everyone still dies,<br />As we pass from town, even the flies.<br />Out in some place, covered in sand,<br />A gay supposed angel poofs into my land.<br />With him came salvation I thought I’d never find,<br />My tears no longer the end of all man kind.<br />But even with my newfound control,<br />Death and armadillos are the meals I dole.<br />While wings of passion made me take flight,<br />Alejandro’s jugular is severed, out of my sight.<br />So, dear readers, wherever you go<br />Always carry a knife, and axe or a hoe.<br />It might be in your best interest if I start to cry,<br />To give me a little wake up stab in the eye.<br />But don’t worry my friends, as if you would,<br />To my dismay I always come back, like termites in wood.</center></blockquote><br /><br />I know I swore off drinking but now I'm tempted to start again! And I thought <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> card readings and visions were bad!Tarothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17950245970744009610noreply@blogger.com