BLAH

i just wasted a fragment of the Internets capacity.

sewing the new stich

Lit let what when thou throw.
through the hearts deepest tone,
and the minds hardest tow.
lit let what thou sow.

Through peril and fantasy
amidst the foggy trail.
when skies shine bright
and snow begins to fall,
lit let what thou sow.

categorize assumptions
using ABC's,
and when thou art sea worthy,
dock and cast anchor.

you say its hard,
and you say its relentless,
but you forgot...
lit let what thou sow.

when all doors seem to shut
and darkness starts to glow,
remember,
he is always beside you,
ready to take what thou sow.

Poetry in a Nutshell?

Define nothing.
is it really nothing,
or is nothing something
waiting to be discovered.

turn around and look ahead,
cant you see your path breaking?
slow,
scared,
encoumbered,
you keep walking from high to high.

some say to look outside the box,
others say you dont know whats in the box,
does the agression end without a spark?

keeping,
peeping,
meeping,
bleeping,
and sleeping,
it all rhymes,
its my poem.

a slowly ending rhyme,
falling away from you as you read,
falling away as you see,
falling away as you play,
and as you sleep.

never the less the mind will wander away.
let ends meet ends and the bygones will go home.
dream of the dear that will tear you away,
dream of the seer that will tear you apart,
both are nightmares,
you decide.