Rimbaud

So theres this dude. writes this awesome poem called "A Season in Hell". is totally amazing everybody needs to be looking it up.

Parents

Ok so since Avie is the only one who actually reads this thing i'll adress you personally Avie. Soo . . have you ever had that problem where you're parents say not to do something and you do it anyways well that's been happening to me a lot lately and i wondered what to do.

BDB

The band season has started!!! But Mr.G is leaving us. . .that's really sad.

Shadow Man

 

Ever present

Ever running

The lonely phantom

Who walks among us

Running from nothing

Running from all

Just running and running

Towards the unknown

Always moving unseen

Always watching and looking

Lurking and striding

In shadows surrounded

The forlorn spirit

Always here, always watching

My best friend

My only hope

For what comes next

In the world beyond.

The Thief

 

Light fingered

Swift to run

Quickly grabbing

Your bag your wallet

Whatever you have

Moving fast

Hands quicker than lightning

Ever running always hiding

Waiting for the next mark

A long con a short one

Ponzi schemes galore

Not just a petty thief

A master thief

One who's never been caught

Rich beyond his and your wildest dreams

He loves the gold the jewels

The valuables hiding in your pockets

But what he wants most is something you can't steal

You can't buy, you can only receive

Something as simple as friendship

Just a friend.

The Deck

 

From Kings and Aces

To Queens and Jacks

All the face cards

In playing Poker

Or maybe just Old Maid

Their all important

Cause they're all necessary

For a straight flush

To win the game

2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

All are needed

All are wanted

The deck is important

But the cards inside are more significant

Shuffle the deck

Memorize the cards

Play the game

And hope

That luck

Is on your side.

As The Music Plays

 

Quick and light

The music plays

Softly, gently, caressing the air

Faster and faster

The music plays

The air moves the music about

Playfully lightly moving around

As the music plays

Kindly giving us a most magnificent present

The gift of music played by a master

The masters mind is focused on the music

The focus shown through the enchanting song

And as it continues the soul is heard

The soul of the music

The one that belongs to both master and tune

As the music plays

And as understanding dawns

We listen and heed

To the master's stunning success

We finally hear

The music's

True

End