Thursday, January 29, 2015
The Masquerade
We all wear masks
Hi, I'm fine
At 20 paces
Smile and nod
You're doing fine
They all think
You're genuine
We all wear masks
So no one's prying
Your trompe l'oeil
It looks so real
It works if they
Can't see you crying
And here's the deal:
This thing ain't lying
You can't be real
And still survive
No one gets out
Of here alive
Careful, dance
The masquerade
Bow and curtsy,
Take your place
Step into
The self you've made
Never let them
See your face.
(written 1/28/2015)
Darkness, my old frenemy
Darkness, my old frenemy,
You've come to shadow-box with me:
I shall not let you win today,
I'll never let you win.
With the abyss you'll threaten me, Make all my senses dead to me, You will not wrest my faith from me Into your rictus grin.
Despair, for all you harry me Bully, harass, and sally me I'll never let you carry me To regions dark and grim
You tempt me with that last cravasse Where woes and troubles are all past I know it is an Auschwitz gas, And a poisoned web you spin.
You monstrous spider sucking light, You ghastly thing begetting fright, You servant of the things of night, I'll never let you win. (written 1/28/2015)
With the abyss you'll threaten me, Make all my senses dead to me, You will not wrest my faith from me Into your rictus grin.
Despair, for all you harry me Bully, harass, and sally me I'll never let you carry me To regions dark and grim
You tempt me with that last cravasse Where woes and troubles are all past I know it is an Auschwitz gas, And a poisoned web you spin.
You monstrous spider sucking light, You ghastly thing begetting fright, You servant of the things of night, I'll never let you win. (written 1/28/2015)
Ode to a Migraine
(from 1/26)
My brain is a barometer
Expanding like a balloon
Ow ow ow dammit
Stupid migraine
Expanding like a balloon
Ow ow ow dammit
Stupid migraine
I don't need a brain-barometer
I have an app for that
Also an old-school barometer
I have an app for that
Also an old-school barometer
My head's in a vise
You might surmise
It's no surprise
I hate it
You might surmise
It's no surprise
I hate it
Stupid migraine
Barometer balloon vise
In my brain
Make it stop dammit.
Barometer balloon vise
In my brain
Make it stop dammit.
Well, I'm back.
I guess I might as well cross-post here and at WordPress, since there's no point getting rid of the WordPress blog I went to so much trouble setting up. But all the traffic goes here.
I got rid of all my widgets; hopefully that should get rid of the "You have evil Russian spam" problem.
Where have I been for two years? Oy. That's a long story. I reckon I'll start at now and work backwards.
I got rid of all my widgets; hopefully that should get rid of the "You have evil Russian spam" problem.
Where have I been for two years? Oy. That's a long story. I reckon I'll start at now and work backwards.
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