wildthing's blog: "Poetry by Wildman"

With the problems that the world has now, with presidents who disavow any knowledge of the things they have done, please tell me why they even run for offices they can't even hold. For few are smart, and none are bold. Perhaps we should regain a king, or better yet a queen, in England they don't complain. Admidst the fog an all her rein, she sits there in diaphmorous clothes,calmly sniffing a bloody rose. While the world below her screams an shrieks, while sneaking for to take a look at riches that were once theirs, but now belong to her, our queen. I am sore afraid the time shall pass when all the fortunes we amass will meekly begiven unto her, the veritable end of the American Dream...

Smoke filters through the tree tops, drifting slowly westward, toward an east bound train. Going no where, filled by those who know not where they are going, nor do they care. For life is meaningless, merely a prelude to death, a shame, a nightmare, that they can't wake from, but when we do wake it is only because we don't live on in a world of hours and days that never came because tomorrow was here only yesterday.