Ode to Staedtler

I. Chicken
II. Vampire Smile
III. Pens!!!
IV. Calligraphy
V. and VI. The Innuendo is Purely for your Benefit
VII. Tombstone

My friend bounced up and told me
"I have a German pen!"
I knew what she was like and thought
"Oh, what a silly hen!"

Too quick was I to throw disdain
And laugh and chortle too
Her passion overtook her as
She said "I wish you knew!"

So Monday through to Friday's eve
She praised her pen with glee
Bought another and another
And then bought one for me

Through expounding on the virtues
The colours pink and blue
Green and orange; how they wrote
Oh! Now I love them too!

I took the pen she gave me (pink!)
It was my very own
And wrote and wrote and wrote with it
'Til all the ink was blown

Now it lays beside me, dying
Spread-eagled on the floor
Observing its spent carcass
I think "I want one more"

Farewell my blue-inked German pen!
Oh what a time we've had
Our adventures are all chronicled
In my lecture pad

To Question: Part IV - An Inspection of Desire

Two roses stood together
Entwined stem to stem
I stood there, gazing in envy
Longing for one to be mine

Questions formed themselves
In the deep dark currents of thought
Did i want the rose?
Or just a flower, to call my own?

A private Hell burned inside me
At the sight of rose with rose
Or the thought of flower and flower
And my standing alone forever

Yet in my time with a rose
I felt not the joy of Heaven
Only a quiet Purgatory
At clandestine moments

Desirous to burn all flora
For forsaking that which i give
Held back by the Hope of Heaven
I quell torrential flames

Inevitably I sit thinking
A torrential downpour of thoughts
Better it be the rain to comfort me
Wait and Hope for a flower of my own

Giddiness

Oh to be happy!
What a wonderful state

We all know it
We've all known it

Life has an undercurrent of misery
Why must it be so?

Yet this is not a lament
Far removed

Ode of Joy
A day of Joy

It is a day to celebrate
And celebrate we shall!

This day of days
Why not all days?

All days are worthy
So let them be worthy

Let us be giddy with merriment!
And never stop!

To Question: Part III - Integrity

Is it wrong to question integrity?

A whisper
A whisper
That everyone hears
Yet no one knows of

That which would have you looking up at the sky
And realising it is the world
Which is looking down at you
Down upon you

Is it wrong to question motives?

The scene of the crime is rife with clues
A finger print there
Puddle of blood
Of course, the body

Suspect the list
And all those on it
No one is above suspicion
Make sure you arrest the right person, though

Is it wrong to hate actions?

A fist is only meant
In the heat of the moment
As with a hug
Or a kiss

Inaction is as worse
Sedentary
Shirking
Take responsibility

Is it wrong to hate words?

An empty love is full of words
Spoken and unspoken
Filled with contempt
And other nasty emotions

Words of any sort
Really mean nothing
Superflous and unnecessary
When you have actions

Is it wrong to be so hypocritical?

I will say one thing
And mean another
If only to appease you
Of what i truly feel

I mean all i say
Though not allways followed
My actions should speak louder
Then again, I don't expect them to be heard

Is it wrong to love?

So much so that it hurts
So much more than anyone else
So passionately as to be violent
So violently as to be passionate

We were taught to love
And love is all we do
Yet we let it hurt us so
We let ourselves die in spite of it

Is it wrong to love and hate?

Christ prayed in the Garden
"Spare me"
He loved, he detested
He forgave

Forgive me for loving
Forgive me for hating
Forgive me for doing both at the one time
Or give me reason not to

To Question: Part II - My Kind

You're the kind of person who makes me think
When i get closer and closer
And shouldn't be thinking

They're the kind of people who'd make me drink
Hide away in a corner
And forget about you

I'm the kind of person who is so bold
Hold your hand when alone
Shrink away in company

Are you more me than ever?
Am i more you
Than those who've been you?

Can I adequately convey to you
The gamut I feel
In a late night typing of words?

It's all i can do to release myself
From what i feel
For you

Still enduring you and them and all else
Make me crawl away and hide/cry
Behind my veneer

All the joys of this life
Are they truly enough?
For the kind of girl who'd make you love

A Second Beginning (and a little more, but still not complete)

My friend said
I love a vampire
Do you think
He’d let me live in the night?

She’d stay in eternal night
Invite me to join her
And I’d bring you
(I’d take you)

You would be mine
I'd own your night
Just as she'd own mine
And he, hers

A Beginning (to be continued)

Let us go to the world
Let us be as we were
Let us run
And be free

We all want to grow old
We all want a home
We want to be
(Just be)

For Mel (from MBLG)

Listen!

What a time we shall have...

What a day to be
Day to be

Free me
Or is it you?

It's better in the dark
We all know it's true

A purple flash
A cape

Remember,
Capes get you killed

Don't get sucked in
Trust what you know

What you see if deceiving
What you hear is off key

What you do is worth nothing
Lest you do unto thee

(no i have no idea what that means,
do you?)

Let's stop our tangential
Forced back on the track

It's no fun on the straight road
How i want to go back

Easy is not hard
Just boring

Keep listening
You might learn something