just a guy, broke, beaten, and tired at this writing. when i wonder where all the happiness went, i consider that it went back to heaven, where God is keeping it safe for me until i get back there. Children come from heaven with a seed of happiness built in. It is our responsibility to nourish it, it is our joy to share in it. But if it does not take root, don't blame God. We are the gardeners of this world.

The Cost Of Folly's Blight

As noiseless dummies fall away,
into the mists of Gorgons tendons,
the silent passions drift and sway
under gleaming turning churning engines.
Sparkling bright, the crystons fleeting,
in all their nebulous starward force,
while here below the endless treating
of man's vast visions and his last wars.
Taking out and breaking in,
round about and back again,
consuming all, the grim contend,
and time is running out the end.
The heaving flowing mass dissolves,
blowing through a planet's frenzied flight,
and here, in quiet harrows, firm resolve
to never more return for friends to fight.
The radient globe distends in morning breezes,
following on the lines of last retreat.
The fields exultant splendor blacks and freezes,
blasting forth the story's solemn beat.
The borrowed names of countless heads are singing,
forth and back to shrivel all delight,
and in the heavens haze the host are winging
on to call to term the cost of folly's blight.




PS: if i don't get around to returning rates and likes etc, it is not because i am unappreciative, it's because my computer is a piece of crap and my service is dialup and i can't afford to upgrade either one at present. I do try to return nice gestures.