December 2009
3 posts
Peaceable
Strings tug at my heart,
Vibrations seeth through my mind,
Posing indistinct questions,
Asking for nothing in particular.
It only wishes for some understanding,
Of this state of peace,
And what makes my mind
At this moment
So peacable?
Beautiful nevertheless
The world is nevertheless, beautiful
Unchanging in its cycles of seasons and generations,
Free of the blood-sworn conflicts,
Among strongheaded men.
Clean in its natural order of random
Birth, growth, and decay.
A cloudy Monday evening
Drapes these New England roads,
A moment majestic and self contented,
Clouds express Heaven’s unbounded serenity
The world is beautiful...
Accomplished
What does it mean
To be accomplished?
Better than the rest,
Done something worthwhile,
But who’s to judge?
I say:
Start a family,
Pander to the brats,
Make them a spitting image of yourself,
And laugh all the way to the bank,
As they squander your hard earned fortune,
In search of themselves.
For they don’t know any better,
Than to try to be accomplished!