A Perfect Spring Day

Another perfect spring day
with a sea of sunshine
flowers blooming bright reds,
blues, and yellows.
Newborn creatures frolicking
in the fresh waves of green.

Just over a hill a crowd gathers
their dark attire masks the
dew-spotted glow of the grass.

Brothers, mothers, sons, and daughters
uncles, nieces, nephews, and fathers
creep about, and weep about
the loss they have gathered to mourn.

Crying eyes follow house flies
as the corpse is lowered to it's grave
floral bouquets drape the headstone
of a man past his time.

The crowd lessens to non-existence
as the setting sun in the orange sky marks
the end of another perfect spring day.

Pollution

I can't be a president
although the requirements
state I must only be a resident
over the age of thirty-five.

I can't be a president.

No.

The people won't vote
for me, because I don't
align myself with Christianity.
Because I don't believe
in a god I cannot see.
The only god I believe in
is ME.

I don't need a religion
to get a political science degree.
I don't need an elephant or donkey
to represent my morals and beliefs.
I don't need a religion to see
that something is wrong in this
country, but apparently
I need a religion to lead.

This was for a class, 35 line limit and there was a picture prompt that I'll get around to scanning and uploading later.



Torn at the Seam

"School's out for summer"
that's what Cooper would say.
Yesterday was the day.
Packed away our pencils,
handed in our books.
Witnessed teachers giving out
the last of their dirty looks.

Nothing to stop us
from having fun
(except being home by dark)
Screw the rules,
we're eleven and we
don't really know better anyway.

We don't know it yet,
but this will be the last
summer we are all together.
The last summer before Frank, Jim, and the Alabaster twins
all move away and are forgotten.
The last summer before
Johnny was found face down
in the lake just outside town.

This is the last summer
we'll all be here together.
And even if a dark-skinned woman
with a fake Jamaican accent told us otherwise,
we wouldn't have believe her
because no matter what anyone said
who could have guessed that
next summer the teams would be uneven.

Neglected Elftown quite a bit recently... so I think I'll be starting this up again.

Hand in hand or side by side
Alone at night or in broad daylight
Walk each step full of pride
And when they slow your stride
Unsheath your knife and
Look them in the eyes
Show them you don't plan to die

Not today, not right now
It's kill or be killed
It's you or them
There are no rational thoughts
Just simple knife strikes
Magnificent manuevers, Symphonic swings
There is no time for thinking
Now it's kill or be killed

Cheek to cheek
or right in the neck
Show them how it feels
To be taken advantage of
Thrown down, trampled over

The deeds been done,
there's no going back
Do what you need to
This is your only life

So shine your boots up nice
Put a smile on your face
Walk the streets with pride
You won't be warned,
just called out to fight.

I'm in Florida for the week, it's kind of boring :(

I finally got around to getting new speakers, yay :D

blew out a 512 stick, <3 power surges..
out 60 bucks :(