Whiteboard August 18, 2010

So I regularly scribble down poems on my giant whiteboard at home.  When I clean it off I'll post the choice bits as a group here.

Conversation With Myself

Are You there God?  It’s me again, lost and lonely out in the cold.

I feel like I need Your advice once more, but You’ve never given me anything anyways.

I guess I can’t blame You for all you’ve taken, or all I’ve lost, but didn’t you want me to be happy when you put me here?

Or am I just a petty amusement in some twisted sideshow?

This game of strife has so few endings, none of which I will choose on my own.

So I travel till the needle’s on empty, being courteous to the other drivers I pass –

We’re all going to the same place, no need to get there fast.

Status Un-Quo

While traveling this world

High on whatever you desire,

I choose to drive away in a

Truck with dual tires.

Excitement comes in many

Guises, both long and short.

Using us for adrenaline filled stories –

Yachting from shore to port.

Sadly,

Such is the fate of the rich,

Usually dying for no good reason.

Calling them out is a bad idea;

Knowledge of this is treason.

This Page Intentionally Left Blank

Filler, Space, Packing Material,

Stuffed with fluff and filled with puff,

Mushroom Treatment, Mental Void,

Bullshit, Propoganda –

Welcome to the Information Age.

Help Wanted

Sprinting into battle to help the innocent,

Using wits and strength in equal measure,

Preventing crime as much as fighting it,

Equal parts driven by duty and pleasure.

Racing against the greatest villain of all, time.

Heroes in name, intent and mostly deed,

Even against all odds, no matter how impossible,

Rectifying all wrongs, helping those in need.

Ovations?  No need.