thursday

may this tomorrow never comes...

an endless temple,
paved with tar.
deliverence, a motorcar.
our god will have a concrete face.
heaven will be a parking space.
the latest angel, an aeroplane.
the final devil, the human brain.
our minds, like wheels, will faster spin,
our bodies locked in metal skin;
emotions, motorized to roll
on the fleeing mile of asphalt soul.
the throb of engines in our blood,
veins pumping oil in a flood,
that drives the failing dream to ache
for the final mile,
and the screeching brake.

-helen carter king-

just blogging a simple poem in my blog today with a throbbing headache to add to my bad day
today. normally for some reason thursday is always my bad luck day and good luck day which
ever comes first. today is kinda half and half. half good and half bad. but overall i didn't have a
bad day today. except for all the britons that were either killed or wounded in the the terrorist
bombing in london. godbless their souls and that everyone will turn out fine and back to their
normal lives. hope those frigging terrorist get caught and punished in an extreme prejudice.
give their arse to me and i'll get rid of them plain and simple. snuff their life. let their soul go to
heaven. where 81 studs are waiting for them to bust their arse instead of the 81 virgins...eheheh
...enough of this. i'm kinda getting in a violent mode. gotta go back to peace and love mode. and
speaking of love. i'm going to blog another simple love poem before i blogg-off. until then i'll
see ya all again later on. adios.

love comes in everyday life
bringing summery mornings
it leaves in the peak of the day
leaving behind
the coldness of a winter's night.

love may touch you
make you laugh and smile
but just for a moment
in life's brief while
souls touch in passing
in time's eternal movement
nothing is everlasting.

-patty borg-