You have too much free time on your hands if you can build a harpsichord out of legos. And it works. ‘Nuff said.
Inhibited
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
09/24/2002
Champagne bubbles pour frothy white
into a vessel set to sail hand-to-mouth
then transfer the passenger
to its final destination.
The crystal cavern fades
as a new monastic home emerges
and ensnares
the liquid for use at budding centers of thoughtless taste.
The traveler in the tube goes on in
aimless lemming style, because
in the end, nothing even matters.
Hours later, the system is still flushing
final remnants; lounging hobos waste away.
The journey ends as the vision bends to fit swirling porcelain walls.
This is why I don’t travel
in excess.
Yo! Ok, quick site info update: http://digitalhobo.no-ip.com will now get you to this site. Easier then remembering the IP address, isn’t it? Please realize thought that this is hosted on my own computer and therefore is only running when my computer is.
And now, onto the really important stuff….
Yesterday was ok. I’m doing better today as far as not being so angry at life. I was up late doing homework (should’ve done it before Bible study and gov’t last night, but didn’t…). Went to class anyway. Woohoo. I’ve had some Code Red today for an energy boost. I wrote a new poem during Int’l Relations today which I might type up and toss on here later. It’s more interesting than it is whiny or pessimistic.
Get some ApologetiX music. They’re “The Christian Weird-Al.” They’ve got some mp3 samples available for free download. I recommend. “Play that funny music, riiiiight boy.”
Inanimate Point of Viewing
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
9/22/2002
Hope is the anticipation of things
desired and perceived
as attainable.
Apparently, I’m lacking
desire and perception.
Formerly,
I wished
upon the moon
and watched her remain
planted in the sky, constantly
orbiting, but out of reach.
Now,
a brief, atmospheric flame glistens
on the horizon,
bolder than a saucerful of habanero juices
while it insinuates demise of the way
I assumed the outlook
would be.
When the sun rises again,
my worldview ascends anew
tanned and slightly more
realistic.
Perhaps a little pessimism
goes to far
if it taints everything I touch
with sweaty, coffee stains and
dissolves
hope like a tooth
in Mountain Dew.
Next time you see me,
I’ll be watching cloud-
shaped puddles full of bright
ambitions and deciding what will fit
best into a holey container.
Don’t look
look up
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Ok, that’s it, poem is over. If you’d like to comment on it, click the email link up there at the top of the poem leave one on the post. Thanks.
La la la.
Got some studying done last night and read more of “The Visitation.” Also spent some time getting a stats page working for this site. Probably not worth the effort, but I became absorbed in the project. Also finished some menial tasks related to my treasurer job for the dorm government and bought some blue books I need for exams later this week. Blah.
Anyway.
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I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
——
Linkin Park - In The End
