Here I sit, in darkened room.
Ghastly glow of the demon monitor,
spewing its garish life on my palid face.
Fingers cramped from constant click and scroll,
back aching and hunched like hobbit's knoll.
Constant reading of rhyme and lyric
causing sing-song gobbeldygook racing throughout
this sagging, lacking, illusion hacking brain.
Word upon word, stanza, phrase and alliteration
melding together for my caustic consideration.
Why?  Why spend my weary life in golem cave,
rolling through endless page of poetic paint?
It is my life, simple as that.  My reason to be,
the only reality in this fantasy we call the world.
My life, my love, my serendipity and joy.

Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
Nil Desperandum, Fata viem invenient

  Hehehe, I was looking at that baby and listening to Billy Idol "dancing with myself" and just had to put him somewhere

Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn.
Nil Desperandum, Fata viem invenient