for the lulz

I write poetry, sometimes, which is news to most of you, if not all of you...
this one i am posting because i had my best friend choose ten words from that list of 200 words that Mr. House gave to us in 11th grade. i then wrote a poem with those ten words in it.
so here it is:



The Passage of Time

Straying out of thought and time,
The limitless expanse lying cold and bare before.
The silver film of reality rolled back
And all is silence.

Straying and drifting, all of time in one ––
Space but clay in the hands of the mason.
A fever and a passion for the work at hand;
The beauty of a creation come to life,
Such a beauty that is only known once.
Its fleeting existence like a rose in the sun,
Here today and tomorrow wilted.

And yet there is hope for something far improved,
More beautiful and radiant by far.
Existence remolded, reshaped and reborn.
This plane made new.
Not more of want or need.
The useless things of this world behind.
The fifteen minutes of fame
And the boxes of meaningless things;
Houses laid out in rows and streets of black gold.
What more use is there for that?
For law and rule, for toil and strife?

Gone. Gone and far away.
Nearer to that desolate and bereft planet
Never would I wish to be.
Here instead, laughing anew and joy withal,
Pleasure that could not be found before.
Not more that I want save that -
To stand in the light transformed.






--as always