(Trying to play with the metre... I wrote this whole thing once, and then the internet dropped and I lost the entire fucking thing...
help me out. I need to streamline the rhythm)

"What's this" I quipped to the old man,
My solitude he had so rudely disturbed
Until he barged right in,
Smelling of codfish and gin
Leaving me quite distinctly purturbed
Despite this, I told him my plan

"A shining utopia: the future of this place
Unmarred by poverty, hunger or greed
All men contributes according to his skill
Rewards of no limits, except one's own will
Where none would cry out, suffer or bleed,
In which the Artificial would rule the human race."

"Insanity," he cried "You'd bring out our worst!
We'd be slaves, no better, only to serve these machines
Your dream would hasten our species' end!"
"Sit down," I chirped "And fear not, my friend.
Because, good sir, I'm one of your metal fiends.
And when THEY come tonight," I grinned, "You will be first."

-DrJ  ¶ 1/29/2004 05:42:00 PM

 
(A little poem I wrote when I was 12 years old)

Noctournal rock
Dances at the site of the setting sun
Dances like an Ogre's victory stomp
Tumbles off a cliff due to lack of sight
-DrJ  ¶ 1/29/2004 04:32:00 PM

 
Milk is the true gateway drug!

-DrJ  ¶ 1/29/2004 01:35:00 PM

 
long grey Shadows angle around pragmatically constructed corners
the dying sun's brown-orange Rays refracting around the shadows; encroaching
they do not fear their end
they are eternal

gone unnoticed
going impeded
doing nothing
proving obselesence
distracting obliviousness
justifying avarice
compromised morality
  ¶ 1/28/2004 05:25:00 PM