Attention!!!

All you new souls

This is a world far beyond any you have experienced so far!

In this new chapter of your life

You will be required to wash your own clothing

Pay bills you don’t comprehend

Read books beyond your level of understanding

Buy your own food and begin the experience of cooking it yourself

In your panic you will try do depend upon parents…. DON’T!!!

They can’t save you now.

You have become an independent

Which means loans and too many textbooks

Despairing yet? Well don’t….

Here at DSU the staff is well prepared to assist you

They are your new family, but that doesn’t mean they hold titles of Mom or Dad

It is usually Professor or Doctor followed by last name

You also have the opportunity to try new things

Such as making friends

Either way this experience will help prepare you for actual living

You will comprehend stress as hair begins falling out

Lack of sleep will be a norm as you blend in with the racoons in life

Over all, this experience is well needed

Should you partake you will better understand the wonders of the world

As it continually disappoints you.

Welcome to College unrefined specimens

Life for you has started to become realistic.

Do your best to keep up,

We look forward to seeing if you have what it takes to survive

DSU is your FINAL destination in this new life.

 

 

I am glad you

came back for a bit

got clean in time

made something of yourself

found somewhere to fly

made happiness with she

but not glad it is not me

 

Here is to the end of we

a bitter sweet end to chapter 3

We both love movies

what better than a trilogy

Let us call it "Once to be...

a pact to never be"

 

Good luck to your future

I hope it is all you need

seek and desire

 

It is time I move on

find what is in store

love with all my heart

You know I adore

but cannot deal with this

hurt inside anymore

 

To love that once lived

a pact that hence died

Congratulations

best wishes

and goodbye

I am not human

I am made of putty

Pushed together to make a form

I am not flesh

Just a lifeless piece of mush

My creator did not waste its time on me

It put something together quickly

And did not care what it looked like

So here I am

A pile of lifeless mush

 

The sea controls the land as much as the land controls the air and the air controls the flames as they run rampant through the darkened path of the treacherous earth.

The glory days long past, the earth shakes and quakes with fear as the air whisks at the blackened plumes which threaten to condemn their very nature.

With vile in hand, the sea joins forces, sending waves among waves to the fortified headwinds.

With gales and oceans a joined, the mix becomes an explosive concoction of anger and misguided trust.

Belittled flames flatten to the Lands and bottle themselves to the depths of Hell to be forever tamed.

A calming earth creates a magnitude of empty sockets that finish the land so it can start anew.

Air turns to breeze and oceans calm as the ajoining armies create a peace of everlasting calm.

Forever tame, the four seasons are electrified at standstill. Forever patrolling the land that ruined the idea they once held dear.

For once you figure yourself an ally, an enemy you'll never become.

 

Forgive me Father for I am sin.

Sharp lies wrapped in a pretty smile; and in between each breath I am dying,

Holding onto something that no longer exists until my truth blurs my lies.

I can no longer tell where I begin

And the world ends.

A wise man told me once,

A life once lived is a death once died.

In between each breath we are dying.

Grasping for the final strands of what makes us alive.

 

There are those I know

who would like to be

quick as a dragonfly

wild and free

 

But there is them

and there is me

and if I could

I'd be a tree

 

With deep grown roots

strong and steady

and firm in the ground

I'd like to be

 

When the wind would blow

my branches would breeze

but very few storms

could uproot this tree

 

And lonely travelers

may sit under my leaves

and find some rest

some shelter with me

 

So there can be those

who can go ahead and be

wily as the wind

wild and free

 

So there is them

and here is me

planting in the ground

dreaming of trees

 

Blooms of spring endure

blue serene clean shadows fade

the gopher remains

 

Soft puffy clouds white

blue background wild seeds stacked high

bird house Red's delight

 

Blue peacock call pink

dusty silhouette sky high

dry woodsy goodbye

 

Black mat concrete slab

decaying grass blue bird bath

pot rail dirt covered

 

Mister Lincoln red

lush aromatic master

pain pricked stalwart stems

 

Sunlight dipped in blush

verdant forest drenched and clean

muddy scoops run free

 

Long ago a famous brand of crackers

Printed a recipe on the side of the box

For mock apple pie which always intrigued me

But I never baked it.

 

It seems that these crackers when baked in a crust

With sugar, cinnamon, butter and lemon juice

Would pass for apples like magic.

 

Presumably this was a culinary party trick

Because the need to substitute crackers for apples

Out of poverty or dietary purity

Seems unlikely.

 

But I am less interested in the historical logic

Of mock apple pie, perfection salad, or any recipe

That has the currency of a jade-green toilet--

Than motives and metaphors of mocking, the way I mock this pie

 

The way mock moms mock their kids

 

The way moralizers mock mockers--

 

The way . . .

 

 

Calm down, you say, it's like comparing apples

To crackers and pies to pundits

And your metaphor fails.

Metamocker that you are.

 

You're right--mocking never runs amok,

it is muck.

 

Once in a garden a woman gave a man an apple

And they just ate it and were ok

With the fact that they had fallen

And had to figure out how to be nice to each other

Rather than mock their fortunate fruit.

 

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How beautiful thy face reflects my eye.

I feel sonder as thine beauty passes by.

I wish to speak to you and be thine peer,

Or perhaps my feelings are all too dear.

 

I cannot know how thee would think of me,

Perhaps my love can never be free.

My first instinct is to be oh so bold,

But that us not good for so I am told.

 

Could thee be waiting for me to say hi?

But alas, my conscience is oh so shy.

Horizontal

Vertical

Mated

 

Plaid

Created

 

And only the stars can tell us what the future holds for we know not what lay in the mind of our beholder

 

Only the moon can sense the past for we know not the surface of which the truth reaches

 

And only the sun give us the present for we bask in its glory by the daylight of a shining symbol