Research Social Chaos
4-1-16
I stand at the entrance
To a new world of meaning
Our source of stability
It needs to happen today
In our anchored float for Indian spices
And the flesh of goat
Feeding linnet and finch to the flaxseeds
To gather such is a cinch
To rise by reason of lightness
O, buoy be my bearing
No need for stoicism but such is appealing
Happiness comes not about by denial of depression
But living with it
Yet to research social chaos
And prove that it doth but succor....
Dearth
4-1-16
It's been one week since my bittersweet departure
Feel free to log your thoughts and feelings
By the stream flowing down into my backyard
That's along to line together
She's still with me
And mere good chips on my shoulder
Barbeque and ruffled
In the year that Tartan came to Ahdod
When Sargon sent him
To speak to those yet in doubt
O, happiness
Is she overrated
Sorrow is better than mirth
For by it sweeter is ones countenance
As the human race stinks
For dearth in the land of truth....
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