Saturday, December 3, 2011

Random Verses With Little Purpose

Said the paper to the printer,
"Your shaft is slick and glistening,
But your belly makes an awful noise,
Yetsofar as we've been listening."
And tempting fate, the printer said,
"My dears, listen as I entreat you,
As you lay upon my tray,
I promise not to eat you.
So close your eyes and relax right there,
Let me adorn you with my toner,
Nevermind the rumbles heard,
I assure you it's not a boner,
But rather a sweeping printer's head,
Dabbing lightly with its jet,
Making but precision marks,
Where expectations are surely met."

Invino Veritas
11/9/11

Intention was never a part,
Of what tore them apart,
For her, he was never enough gay,
For him, she'd never commit to play,
She, born with pride and institution,
One that gave her mind absolution,
And He, born of intimate resolve,
A chaotic, eternal quandry he could never solve,
The more he tried,
The more she denied,
What she saw in him to be remiss,
Was what she would so quickly dismiss,
And finally he left it to fate and mere chance,
Continued to note her sideways glance,
In his element, they engaged in denial,
In her's, they summoned Belial,
A substitution that meant to beguile,
The meaning behind each other's smile.

Invino Veritas
11/14/11


'Twas in the sky above the bay,
Betwixt two clouds above the hills,           
Three warring kings did one day meet, 
The tired men with beards of gray, 
with tired voices time made shrill,  
Neither king declaring defeat

Invino Veritas
11/29/11


Whether furthest planets or distant stars,
Our future holds for us to one day reach,
It shall never be the shores of Neptune,
But, rather, a familiar, well known beach,
Where tired minds bask and hearts again croon,
Of distant shores dreamt, and believed too far.

Invino Veritas
11/29/11

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