Here
Here is nothings home
Where love was felt, wind once blew
Now there is a void
A void once love filled
Now only stale air lingers
Nothing loving comes
Fear keeps love away
As a mountain would stop rain
Rise above it must
Should love enter here
Wind would renew, breathing life
The void would be filled
Exhaling stale air
Emptiness would fill with love
This is home to love
What is boredom-
but a state of mind-
but a passport into thought
All the thoughts in a world or two
Thought about...will think...thinking now
Roaming around the brain-
waiting to be put on to paper-
Muses-theories-memories
All are kindled by Boredom
Funny words with out a meaning-
pointless fables soon forgotten
you think about the thought your thinking
Confused and Omniscient all in the same time
So next time you you are bored -
think about how bored you are.
Damn Beans
I hate Beans, fucking Beans,
odd-shaped and brown
I hate the way they taste
I hate the way the look
I hate the smell they have while they cook
Damn Beans
They're cheap
They're healthy
they fill you up
they change the way you are
Beans, Beans everywhere
I eat Beans everyday
Now the taste in my mouth,
between servings of Beans,
taste like Beans
My life is like these Beans,
full of gritty shit,
odd-shaped and brown
only to be endured
Only to survive another day,
for more
Damn Beans
Witch Hunt
"Remarra, did you here about the burning in Godern", said a squat woman at well in the center of town.
"So close to home," Remarra's green eyes lit up with interest, "You think they would have learned when they burned Naridia along with that devilish queen."
Both of them spat on the ground twice at the thought of the old empire.
" I know one thing, stones to any one who thinks that silly hand waving and fiendish rhymes are going to be tolerated under The Order's law," the squat woman protested, wiping her mouth from just spitting.
She went on to say, " Don't be sucha stranger ta' town now. That's how rumors are spread about