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a few select poems from me, a part-time wordsmith


The Marching of the Goats


*fires up lightsaber*   *be-aagguuu...wuuuvv...wuuvv*
*stands lightsaber down* *shwuuuv...ecchh*

"feels good, real good, to a jedi" remarks he
words are like swords, that you must see
alone by themselves they rust on the ground
but in my hands, their true power is found
wielded deftly by an old ancient master
my words I can make cut deftly through plaster

through people and evil and time they can cut
care must be taken, their power is much
with one single wrong word one can tear out the heart
for words are imbued, stab sharper than darts
misread, misread, easy are they
to master the craft one must practice sword play

*bangs lightsaber against yours*
so you see... that is why I  spar with thee

~

i'm afraid its just you and me here kiddo you see
the world does not crank out poets plenty
into your world decended have I
like an angel on wings I followed the sigh
heard like a whisper through time and through space
a poets sigh is hard to hear but travels on lace

~

god grabbed me by the collar and said straight to me
angel in training starr, this is your assignment, dummy
you fancy yourself a poet, so decend your butt down there
into her world, alone does she flounder
speak her language, and she'll listen to you
turn her from the dark side, give her a clue
that is your mission and don't fuck it up you
advance, ring the bell, and get your wings too
and don't let your ego get in the way this time!

~

meanwhile, on the darkside of the planet...
the goats advance....  in the turning away

chewing up the world
consuming its resources
devouring without remorse
hungry, obstinant, stubborn, dumb ugly animals
soulless
they live for nothing but to eat and reproduce and get more
more money, more obsessions
more color tvs, more cds, more cars in the driveway, bigger houses

their endless bleating drones through the telescreens

bah!  bah!

~

training to be a jedi is not easy
just ask Silent Bob
its hard and difficult life
to stand against the tide of darkness has never been easy
you only get this sword and this t-shirt
there's no 401K
against superior numbers you only have you and your attitude of fun
so stand like Ash, blow evil a kiss, and taunt "come get some!"

 
 




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