Quatrain Corner

[Queso]

two hours later

i find myself distrought

weary from what's been brought

sleeping on a dot

[Queso]

an hour after that

almost 4 a.m.

a couple of pulsars

and the moon enframed and trapped and free as i

[infamous]

Life is a contest,

some win, some lose.

to be a winner,

one must wisely choose.

[BEAKER]

:shrug:

What is God?

the thread is closed.

politely nod

as he supposed

 

And yet I know

what some declare

as many grow

as many dare

 

Turn the back

flee the light

close the door

dim the sight

 

Leave behind

un-desire

move ahead

fuel the fire

 

Nothing changes

everyday

rearranges

yesterday.

[Queso]

the sun has left the sky,

now you can close your eyes,

leave all the world behind,

until tomorrow.

 

the dream is like a song,

it leads you on and on,

the piper plays his tune,

so you must follow.

 

so far beyond the sky,

not knowing how or why

you realize the feeling is

forever

 

and though another day,

will steal your dreams away,

you and the song will always,

stay together.

 

camel - song within a song (great underrated prog rock band from the '70's if anyone wants to check them out)

[infamous]

What is God?

some wish to know.

While others bask,

in their own glow.

[Queso]

come one

come all

fix your pants

before they fall!

[infamous]

Heavily I press each moment,

for fear my chance will flee.

To make this life's experience

a feast, where knowledge is key.

[Turtle]

My move is upon me,

so now I must go,

when once again settled,

myself I may show.

[infamous]

Count up all your thoughts,

in mathematical time.

Like notes cast in crystal,

it's life's rythum and rhyme.

[Queso]

we wish you

the best of luck

from everyone here at hypography

and the christmas duck

[BEAKER]

Well it's a good day

 

I sit and pray

 

wishing the clouds would go away

 

but it's a good day anyway.:note:

[Queso]

hey beaker!

our day happens to be the same

send your clouds over here!

i hate the florida sun.

[BEAKER]

hey beaker!

our day happens to be the same

send your clouds over here!

i hate the florida sun.

Remember,

I'm in Florida too!

My clouds are metaphoric.

but they're not too dark.:note:

[infamous]

Constipation of the brain,

and diarrhea of the mouth.

Vanguards of new age wisdom,

should all take a trip south.

[infamous]

An avalanche of complex words,

giving little thought to any reason.

These utopian fools fall into step,

just to consort with the season.

[Queso]

fell around 8

got back up at 11

15 hours went by

no dreams, no aftertaste to make it worth it. yawn.