Alone and Cold...

On a 30th century night,
will i see you
on the price is right?
will i cry?
will i smile?
as you run down the aisle!
It's all been done

Third Eye Blind

yeah i like that song

So here i am alone and cold on a 20th century midafternoon...that so defeats the purpose...anywho

If your a keen one you'll have noticed that i have deleted a few of my entries. That, my freinds, is because i needed...well... let's call it initiative to forget a few events that are giving me some grief. Except all the good poetry....gotta have the good stuff.

speaking of poetry, after i take a quick potty break i am gonna write some...brb

now that i am back from relieving my self.....yuck yuck... i suppose that i promised something eleoquent, eh? here goes nothin...

Midnight Thunder

When you walk at night, and your sight is stolen by the winds of fear,
When the night threatens your every move with a pillar of fire,
When the trees thrash and the Earth trembles,
When you are wrapped in the horror filled blanket of midngiht,
Remember me, and weep for the one who would burn the night and darken the day.
Remember the Hell on Earth that i was and that this
Is nothing but a little midnight thunder