Dear Blog-Blog readers,

The darkness surrounds me
It presses tight
I cannot breathe

“Store closing, come inside to get your FREE stuff!”
The sign had been noticed by some passersby at 7:00 in the morning. By 7:15 seventeen people had already lined up outside the door. By the time 9:00 rolled around, the line snaked down the sidewalk, past the police station, and had blocked traffic through the square.
Mr. Jellicoll showed up precisely 9:05, like he had for the past thirty years. He parked his 1987 Cadillac at the sidewalk and strolled through the mass of people, blissfully ignoring all the questions shooting at him.
Why was he closing?

Close your eyes and dance with me
Down the God-hewn river of time
Watch with me, come and see
Gaze on each face
Passing by as if in line

What I wouldn’t give to have seen
This land, my land,
My America, so pristine
Waiting to be settled, to be loved
What I wouldn’t do to stand

Side by side with those first few
Those brave ones who gazed
Wonderingly, and I wonder if they knew

It sometimes happens
That when I’m reading
Or writing
Or singing to myself
I forget to notice
The stealthy tread
Of steps
Outside my door
And just when I’ve gotten
To the best part
Of the book
Or even the song
HE bursts in like a firecracker
Makes me jump
Bangs the door open
And I usually get a little mad
HE just stands there and grins
In an infuriating way
That I kinda like
(Though only after HE’s gone)
Sudden Brother

The Absence Song
2-27-07

The Dragons are all gone, m’lord,
All broken, cold and stone
Their fires have long since burnt out
This world no more their home

The Dragons have all left, m’lord,
Dead, or flown away
But where they’ve gone no one can know
Where they now dwell, no man can say

The Dragons fly no more, m’lord,
Their wings are shattered shards
No more they soar before the moon
Or inspire royal bards

Once upon a time there was a very small town out in the middle of no where. The town is not very big and its population is not very large. Though it was extremely plain and dull and the worst thing is it was white! Imagine the plainest. The dullest, the whitest town you could ever imagine. Now while this image is still fresh in your mind triple the plainness, triple the dullness, and triple the whiteness and that is their town. The reason for this is the mayor of this small town does not like any color whatsoever except for white!

I can’t believe that Obama is president! I have only a few things to say: Would all of you Democrats STOP saying that he has proven blacks can do any things whites can? We already know that!!! And We have had many black republicans run for president but no one cared because they were reps. And I will be back! I will pray that he will rule wisely. But he has a long way to go. Oh and one more thing he said “We will help stop the (killing) of the innocent.” Then Stop killing the unborn!

Nooo!!! That’s impossible – Luke Skywalker

Everything looks as tiny as a dragonfly,
When you are soaring in the sky.

Soaring above the highest cloud,
Everything is quiet, not loud.

Amid the silence,
You are afar from violence.

In this silent affair,
Blow freely, will your hair.

Brightly colored are your wings,
They are such beautiful things.

While soaring, you will never want to come down,
Onto the noisy streets of the town.