The Mists That Fade To Dreams

How long the night should waste away,

How dark and void of sleep,

So haunted by the darkness,

By the dreams that thee should reap.

So aching are the hours,

So disturbing shadows sight,

Tortured by the whispering winds,

That whistle through the night.

Alone and lost in empty halls,

An echoing silence screams,

Broken by the hollow mist,

That fades into the dream.

Trapped between the waking,

And the feared unwaking state,

Lost between two worlds,

For fearing it should be too late.

Falling through the darkness,

Through the well that is your mind,

Never knowing what it is,

Inside that you will find.

We drift beyond the realms,

Of all stable reality,

A slave to both most hallowed fears,

And deepest fantasies.

The Computer: A Modern Tragedy

 

 

Oh computer how I treasure thee,

And all that you can do,

All the joy you bring to me,

For that I must thank you.

　

Two years ago when you were new,

You ran so fast and with such ease,

But alas you move much slower now,

And sometimes even freeze.

　

Perhaps you are just tired,

Maybe you just need to rest,

You’re too young to retire,

Though these days are not your best.

　

Blacking out the other day,

You gave me quite a fright,

And I did not know what to say,

When you reset the other night.

　

The cell phone’s always acted weird,

But it’s sill working great.

The T.V.‘s older and still fine,

The camera’s almost eight!

　

So why computer does it seem,

You age so very fast?

You cost a lot and are brand name,

You should be built to last!

　

But so it seems the way things are,

That computers die so young,

Treasured memories remembered,

The good times, and the fun.

The Way Of The World

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shining in the west a brilliant future would begin,

But ravaged by adversity, corrupted from within.

To forge the modern age and bring a freedom to the Earth,

But how soon was forgotten how much it had all been worth.

Once more a crooked system would divide society,

Into the lowly peasants and the aristocracy.

Again a mighty empire would rise to rule us all,

Not bound by any borders or by anything at all.

Ruled by banks and businesses, enslaved to product lines,

Styles and trends and fads constantly changing with the times.

Born and bred consumers, led by glowing T.V. Screens,

Ignoring our own ignorance again so it would seem.

We think our way is best, that it’s the way that things should be….

But thinking that is nothing more that pure, insanity!