The tech guy.

HE reeked of cigarettes and electronic oil, dripping down invisibly upon his musty hands. Cursing under his breath here and there, he wiped the smudge on his nose and cheeks onto his black drab uniform.

"It's so slow," he groaned at the Intel Inside, boasting of a "Premium-4" status (whatever that means). "This takes forever to load."

I quietly nodded and said, "Yeah." In a sense, I felt like I shouldn't disagree with him.

- - -

*practicing the prose* This is based on one of the men I saw working in the library.

This is my Rosetta Stone.

*pending idea*

- - -

i m n V o U
i m n h r U
i m n d r U


(i am in "love" of you)
(i am in hopes for you)
(i am in dreams for you)

-- pending poem idea.

this is my rosetta stone.

---

an abstract conglomeration of my own "language" and hieroglyphics.

Beauty

i met Beauty today.
before i could meet her gaze,
she sprinted toward the light
hoping that the uv rays would
wipe off her scars and youthenize
her figure.

she would not speak to me;
her lips were taped with
ancient cassette film and dollar bills.

she could not hear me, either;
her ears were warped in awkward contortions
to forever never let her headphones
fall off her head.

- - -

(may revise later)

- - -

This is what happens when you wake up, suddenly, to find that "you've changed", and that beauty is only so delicate and transient.

YOU.

I can't tackle the problem since I'm already too entrenched in my old ways.
And I can't seem to look forward because I'm already drunk in the haze.
You can't flash away my blind techniques because, really, they are blind.
Oh how I wish I could understand you and me; especially your kind.

Is this the true meaning of strength? Bitt-er/ cold-er/ re-ality.
(thats what happens when i start to straye awaye)

Oh no, but I come back again smooth and strong, but perhaps weak all along.
The answers were useless to my plugged ears, I can't quite listen (though I'm learning).

i feel like an indecent monk,

robbed of morals and virtues
(but not really).

two weeks ago,
didn't strike a very close goal
(as in, goal-oriented).

but it's a lot better than
three months ago
(as in, goal-oriented).

----

Dear Lord,
help me as I get through this.
I know I can do this.

The waiting ends here.

Less talk, more action.
Let's get it started.
Now.

Starting at:

(dun dun dun)

TEN.
I'm working my way past my limits,
open-faced, willing, and furious!

Two weeks to glory.
C'mon, baby.

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
by E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain