The Polar Bear

The polar bear never makes his bed;

He sleeps on a cake of ice instead.

He has no blanket, no quilt, no sheet

Except the rain and snow and sleet.

He drifts about on a white ice floe

While cold winds howl and blizzards blow

And the temperature drops to forty below.

The polar bear never makes his bed;

The blanket he pulls up over his head

Is lined with soft and feathery snow.

If ever he rose and turned on the light,

He would find a world of bathtub white,

And icebergs floating through the night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thanks again D.A.M! You're one ina million Dude!

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Walking away

Watch her walk on as the day comes to a close

There gone from my grip panic sets in

The world and my sanity being torn away with each step

Not knowing when I will if I can see her again

How could this be happening to me?

Could someone breathe life into this hollowed frame?

She has animated me and I wilt like a plant without sunlight as her presence fades

To be so heavily invested in something so fickle

Is the risk of teetering over the edge and plunging into despair worth bartering oblivion?

To feel and know it can be ripped away at a moment’s notice that will demolish me

And yet here I stand uncertain almost disgustingly hopeful she will turn around

Run back into my arms and never leave for the beat of my heart fades with her departure

I realize now I am alone at the edge of the road my greatest fear echoing deafening silence

I am mad at myself for allowing me to succumb to this life full of emotion and dependence

It happened almost unknowingly she carved her way into my heart where the hole is now

Gaping at the rush of self loathing bubbling at the surface I wish to scream

My body revolts trying to put images of this encounter into my memories

I cannot be overjoyed by the moment we had if that is all I’ll ever have

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The movie starts

We're never given

Enough to suck on

Enough to live on

An alternate universe

Soaked in wine

There is no love

There is no time

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Zorbus and the Jars

Short Stories

As Zorbus was washing the morning dishes, he came face to face with his neurosis.


The peanut butter jar lay on its side in the suds, with only a few smears on the bottom and around the rim. It was one of many he had washed over the last few years or more. Rows of this jar’s predecessors crowded the shelves of his basement pantry.


Exotic treasures lay screwed tightly inside many of these plastic cylinders. Somewhere along the way, Zorbus had learned to peel off the label on each jar so he could see what was inside. This worked well for a while, but not so well later, as the jars soon piled up and filled the shelves. Lately, they were sprawling on the floor, in an ever-growing arc of chaos.


More and more of the containers sat empty, and the lids lay coated in dust on the floor. Zorbus was ashamed that he no longer knew what was inside the jars deep down in the pile.


He wrapped the wash-cloth over the bristles of the brush, guided the brush into the jar, and cleaned the film of peanut butter from its every surface. The K++++ brand jars were best, he knew, with an evenly smooth surface everywhere. The no-name brand jars were typically pitted with tiny square dimples in the bottom corners, and took longer by far to clean out.


Zorbus washed the jar's rim and lid, and dried them carefully. He resolved to regain control over his compulsion once and for all. This jar would be his last, he promised himself. He would never fill another.


It was time. He turned, and went downstairs to face his demon.

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Raging Fires

As this ole sun is gently rising

I feel the dawn's warm embrace

This light shining down on me

Taking me to some better place

This day can't be what it seems

As another night fades away

Into memories in moonbeams

And the words that I can't say

I've been living way too long

Bent down and on my knees

Now I'm going to stand strong

And get back up on my feet

I've been taking all this shit

Letting it weigh down on me

But now I'm just sick of it

Won't take much for me to leave

I'm so tired of all the love

When it doesn't mean a thing

I think I've just had enough

Of holding onto others' dreams

As this sun rises ever higher

I feel a new shine about me

In my heart burns new fire

And my eyes open wide to see

My ashes flying to the wind

For the life I feel is over

These wounds will never mend

Burning from your super nova

I've been taking all this shit

And it's been killing me inside

But now I'm just sick of it

Because that part of me has died

I've been trying to believe

One day things might turn around

Should I just hold on and see

As I lay face down on the ground

I'm ready to say good bye

To everything that I once knew

To the remains of this life

To the memories of you

You could've helped me up

But now I'm standing tall

And you know it's all because

You wouldn't let me fall

I've been taking all this shit

Blaming myself for what I've done

But now I'm just sick of it

As I'm taking in a brand new sun

I've been taking all this shit

And I'm just so sick of it

If the words could reach my lips

If my heart could just resist

If my soul could reminisce

Would it feel just like this

Could I really feel this bliss

Or is this all just another fix

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     tasks of                                       gold.

     she'll                                         toil.

           (only the hills keep their secret)


     winding up                               the sacred







Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Gab.

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Part of Me

Love and all that


You are there.

All over my mind.

The more I try to ignore you.

The stronger the bond becomes.

Because I know,

That ignoring you

Brings me closer to you

Makes me realize

How much I have given my heart the liberty

Of making you a part of me.

You are stuck in my thoughts

Because I am trying hard.

Really hard.

I guess the temptation is in chasing

Not possessing.

I can ignore you while I scheme

And make you a part of me

Without design.

Which is why

It is so difficult, really difficult

To ignore you now.

It’s a twilight state.

You are not the one I can have

Nor the one I can ignore

Which makes you all the more

A part of me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on May 30, 2007.
For a friend.

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Melodies of Paradise

The ligth belongs to the stars

the breeze of heaven touch our hearts

and all the birds start flirting

and singing the next sunrise,

when Music penetrates our souls

with sweet melodies

of our unique paradise.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To my Bro-Friend KS

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The Hiroshima Bomb Was Dropped At 8:15 AM

8+15 = 23


Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times.


The Human Body consists of 46 Chromosomes, 23 from each parent.


|23|  2 Divided by 3 = .666 Recurring




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