Good Lord!

It's been forever, at least... that's how it feels. My sleeping schedule has been shot to high hell and I have nothing to do with my sad life. Fortunately, I leave for Cancun in less than 5 days, so that will/should be an incredible adventure! Other than that, just been watching my baby grow and occasionally spankin' ma monkey. I like to make sure he remembers who's still the boss around these parts.

Call me a Homosex if you wish, but I attempted a poem. I'dunno why, I just did. It is physically impossible for me to do poetry without it rhyming. Even slant rhyme hurts my bones. Without further adieu:

Fear

To fear death is too feel alive.
On this solitary rock, with only borrowed time.
To love, to hate. To live, to learn.
To decieve, to scheme. To cheat, to burn.
As memories grow and life begins,
our uncharted path filled with sin.


To feel alive one must trust.
For some haved lied and many use lust.
It is to say: "few have lived."
Yet it is only failure, that we forgive.
Memories swirl and seasons pass,
whether it be this day, or the last.


To fear death is to be alive.
As memories hold and wisdom thrives.
Youth eternal is without reason,
an everlasting spring, a neverending season.
For as we grow we come to see,
that we nothing without disease.


And to fear death is to feel alive.
History flows as the sands of time.
Memories fade and acceptance sweeps,
to cry is sin, and talk is cheap.
To fear death is to feel alive.
I defy fear for death is mine.