Archive for April, 2009
The Mender
Have I journeyed too far away
Lost in the distance traveled?
Has what held us close
Become tattered, torn and unraveled?
As I put one foot forward
My journey home is that much nearer.
Thoughts of your frienship
Making my purpose that much clearer.
Driven by this terrible pain in my chest,
Hellish flames will not detour my quest
To deliver a golden thread to mend
The finest tapestry called friend.
At Death’s Door
Knock, knock, knock.
Hands in her pockets, Life stands on Death’s doorstep.
Knock, knock, knock!
Still Death does not answer the door. Yet light streams from Death’s living room window. Curious, Life creeps through the bushes to Death’s window. She peers in. “That motherfucker IS home.” she whispers. Death is sitting at his desk with his back to the window. He is hovering over a ledger and checking off the names of people he had visited that day.
Disgusted and depressed, life walks home, sits down on the couch and turns on the television.
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