Mobe's days

The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain





This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Prose

I sit and wonder what have I done, what have I done
I tried to ponder but came up none and came up none
There is no reason or rhyme or right
I've shown no mirth and gave no fight

Today is bright as the sun doth be
By midday's set I sure to see
My kin a hundred more time three
What counsel they shall set up upon thee

I lie and I slumber to dream and see dreams
Sometimes will I cry out in screams in screams
But no one will answer tis true to call
And no one will hurry their selves down hall

Fear won't beheld what I think inside
Tremors will not waken the demon I hide
Hills weren't just made in a country wide
For a hawk to find prey on the wind he doth glide

So to bed I am now as I yawn and I yawn
A piece on the board just a pawn a pawn
When I risen anew and am played in check
Once more cheeked from you a gentle peck

I sit and wonder what have I done, what have I done
I tried to ponder but came up none and came up none
So settled for what my eyes have shown
I am my own master, stand all alone
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