All stare, eye's glazed:
Garage burned down the fire raged for 40 days and in forty ways, but through the blaze they see it fade; the Sea of Black, the beaming heat on their faces; then a figure emerges from the wastage, eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze, one hand clutching a sword raised to the sky, they wonder how, they wonder why; the sky turns white it all becomes clear, they felt lifted from their fears, in the light they shed their tears after six dark years:
Young, bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks, and smolders, five years older and wiser, the fires are burning, on fire, never tire; slay warriors in the forest and on high:
We sing; hear the strings rising, the War is over, the bells ring; memories fading: soldiers slaying; looks like Geezer's raving; the hazy fog over the bull ring, the lazy way the birds sing, a new babies born every day; and the crowds roar, they slay, they all say:
"Stand by me my apprentice, be brave; clench fists."
-Tricky Dick
10. condiments for breakfast.
9. lives lost to curiosity.
8. days a week.
7. not-so-deadly sins.
6. pick up sticks.
5. sides to every coin.
4. wards.
3. roads diverged.
2. for the money
(b.) or not too be.
Sentence: Run while you still can, after that get a taxi.
Satori:
Rock bottom can be broken through!
Mantra:
Que-sera,-sera
Fossick:
The Ninth Square.