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Incovation: LensesLet us just watch the rain fall, and as it hits our faces think of the last time you really enjoyed just viewing something for the sake of viewing that said something. Won't you join me and participate in this amazingly insane activity?
Little Blue BirdThere's a little blue bird trapped in our warehouse. It's way up high, flying from skylight to skylight trying to escape this enormous artificial cavern.
It just tweets and tweets, occasionally slamming itself into the glass. I guess it keeps thinking, "Now? Maybe now? How about now? No? Now?" All I can do is leave the bay door open, in hope it realizes it can't go out the way it keeps trying.
The sun can fool; give false hopes. Like waking up to the illumination of your room and thinking, "This day is gonna suck," but it actually turns out to be amazing.
A RunAs I was running, I thought, "It would be cool to live long enough to see Halley's Comet come back to our side of the Solar System. Oh, so no other achievements are important like writing a book or getting a PhD; getting married and having children and watching them achieve their own achievements? None of that?" Then I thought, "I've thought these thoughts before." If I did live to see it though, I would be 73 since it will appear around my birthday of that year. And then I thought, "Who wants to live to be that old?"
A lot of things run through the mind while you run. Just wished I ran as fast and as far as my mind does.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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