10/27/11

From midnight shadows into morning light,
I creep about, and forge ahead despite,
My tired bloodshot eyes and weary limbs,
So much to do before the day begins.
The sunlit hours shall suffice for most,
But here I haunt and wander like a ghost,
For I have promises I need to keep,
And dreams to carry out before I sleep.
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10/26/11

The meeting that never was,
The victims of fate and chance,
Postponed and delayed because,
Of randomized circumstance.
Some people are meant as friends,
In destined trajectories,
But as the road winds and bends,
Some share only mystery.

10/25/11

The mother of invention is stark panic and distress.

The catalyst of tension almost guarantees success.

Perhaps inside these trying moments genius is revealed,  

Which shows why most are satisfied with concepts they may steal.

10/24/11

The flashing patterns call our names,

The rapid chatter draws us close

Like flicker from a heatless flame,

And souls of electronic ghosts.

Who live out stories never lived,

Distracting us from troubled lives,

We float, awash in images,  

And saved by angels, televised.