History in the making.

If man can tread the soot of stars

And stone can trace the path of years,

If pyramids can brush the clouds

And peace can triumph wars of tears,

If invention by wit can cure

And a document can win free will,

If a woman stands for refusing to sit

And a man refuses blood to spill,

If bicyclists can take to flight

And life is borne where nothing was,

If one voice can incite a revolution

And freedom remains a noble cause,


If the impossible is achieved constantly
What can become of you, and me?

Plagiarism

Each separate line of this poem is from a different song. I take no credit for any of it, I just rearranged them. I tried to put most of the credits below.

Here I stand, sad and free
You can do better than me.

My eyes don't recognize you
I think of love as something new.

Years go fast but the days go slow
You're now someone I don't know.

Clean your body now of me
Words of wisdom, let it be.

Don't know what I was waiting for
If you don't love me anymore.

Nothing would keep us together.
Nothing is forever.


(Evaporated, Ben Folds; You Can Do Better Than Me, Death Cab for Cutie; In My Life, The Beatles; For Reasons Unknown, The Killers; Red Ankles, The Decemberists; Someone I Don't Know, Rapture; Changes, David Bowie; Heart of the Matter, Don Henly; Modest Mouse; Let It Be, The Beatles; Elephant Love Medley, Moulin Rouge; One Headlight, The Wallflowers)

Channel 39.

Screen biting at my fingertips
Static to reprimand my intent.

I retreat and observe
From a safer distance.

Saturated colors grin back
Casting unnatural hues upon my face.

And still I sit
As the pixels etch in my eyes.

Enticed by the romance
And happy ends.

Feigning interest in the
Predictable twists.

For lack of turns
In my own reality.

Misc.

So I know I typically just post poetry here, but I recently had a friend request to see some of my art. I figured no one would sue me for it.
If you're tuned, stay tuned. I'll put more up later. And if you're waiting for more, and they don't seem to be coming, it probably means I already put them up. How confusing.
So here you go.