Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I guess in order to start this guy off properly, I will present a small poem that lacks any knowledgeable pattern or rhyme....and probably makes no sense due to lack of editing...

For the ending, tis naught but a beginning
Road less traveled, save by the few
Actions talk, not louder than words
Emotions, gods of the world merciless
Growing, ever so slowly, yet fast
Girth, ever increasing just so
Laughing and playing, like children
But cut off from society, isolated
Begot from lies, truth be told
Unwanted by life in its entirety
Cascaded out, guilt be known
Parasitic, cadavering the mind
Endlessness, act so unbeknownst
Murder, spread around all live ears