Pathetic

It is such a pity, but we all are cursed..
Standing knee deep in a stream, we die of thirst.

What we have, we never want...
So simple to love, but we just can't?

We'd think its a pain...
To dance in the rain,

We think we're not free...
Even to hug a tree,

Even a few words kind...
To speak, we do mind,

So sick are we, so mentally ill,
Always choosing the bitter red pill

Mine, Mine! All Mine!

I need you like I need a hundred million dollars...
I'm not the short ranger, I'm one of those long-haulers.

You've got on board, no getting off on the highway...
You'll never be ignored, If it works out my way

What I could do! With those five score of million...
What I'd give! To have you always, my pillion

Those dollars and your sweet kiss, eventually I'll earn
Not something I really miss, yet habitually I yearn.

Excruciating

Do I have to spell it out so long, in a hundred words?
Would you harken? Or laugh as if they were silly chirping birds?

You know, and I know that you know,
I'm just asking for the slightest hint to show....

Maybe, being the fool that I am, I'll go ahead and do it again,
This time perhaps a thousand words? Nothing to lose, everything to gain!
 

Pick one, any one

Maybe, I'm only your option,
But you, are my choice...

Ode to a machine

Spinning in tandem, teeth are locked,

Rigid precision, movements clocked...

Sliding so smooth, and still not slipping,

Freedom of motion, yet powerful gripping...

Rolling and pressing, twisting and lifting,

Slotting and camming, pulling and shifting...

Speed so immense, hardly conceived,

Forces so taut, we're easily deceived...

Accusation of cold lifelessness,

Illusion of rigid inertness...

Yet inside, we're too, the same,

We speak of life, but that's just a name.

Starry starry night

Upon a time, I counted stars,
Gave up counting, because there were too many...
Come this time, I count stars,
But give up because there are too few...