5/6/11

Someone had a bad idea
And spoke it very loudly,
And those who heard it, though unclear,
Adopted it quite proudly.
With fervor they took up it's charge,
And put their plans in action,
Expanding their pursuit at large,
With great self satisfaction.
Like worker ants they crawled and danced,
About in frantic pace.
Preoccupied in their romance,
None noticed their mistakes.
Then finally, catastrophe,
From their misjudgments came,
And launched their newfound industry,
Deciding who to blame.

5/5/11
A fire cannot be cajoled,
To dampen down it's flames,
A mournful wind can't be consoled.
Hope stops not clouds nor rain.
There is no strength that can prevent,
The smallest wave's advance,
And no quick cure I can invent,
Will change my circumstance.
We are but wards in nature's care,
Enslaved by her design.
But, knowing this, and being fair,
She grants the gift of time.