The Creative Act

A little something I have been working on (far from done)

Because children should never be hit by cars in their backyards
and little girls should never fear their parents’ friends
and little boys forced to wear uniforms should never ever
unwillingly have brooms in their anuses

Because wars should never be forgotten while they are being fought
and people dying of starvation should never deserve to be ignored
and Halloween candy, and all else we give to each other should
never be deadly

These are the reasons
I tire of society

I know not what your face does bring
To me in times when I am poor.
I do know that your voice does sing:
It sounds aloud like surf on shore.
And where now are your charms and songs?
I hoped that they would right my wrongs.
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A chilling tail of defeat,
the leaf floats down to join the remnants of the tree.
Things tend to want to slow down the colder it gets,
even stop in the face of growth, a sense of giving up, unable to fully extend to the next season.
We see it every year, the stoppage of life and start of the frigid days.
We slowly drag our feet through it, unaware of the work it took to create this carpet of color.
Each foot step emitting a screeching cry of release,
the story of the last six months, soaring above the earth, hubristically starring down at all below it.
As life turns to wait for the warmth of the air,we give way to our senses,
thinking it’s an end, we forget that only a page has turned.
Reality does not cease but only pauses for eternal growth.

I live to walk the road I walk where people sing and people talk of all the things they’ve come to know inside their hearts as white as snow that falls when we are roaming free and lets us be the things we’ll be as we decide what we would like to know when time is drowning out the memories of our last hike into the blizzard pounding out the seconds left between our breaths that could precede our coming deaths.
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This was written this morning after the fantastic night spent listening to the howling wind and snow. I love winter .

Jealous

wind smashes

thrashes

at my window

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From Ren:

Dry-eyed, and crusting
Panic strikes my core
And so with eyes wide
open, I am dumbed
and flightless instead
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Groceries

Vegetable, Vegetable, Vegetable

Cheap, Cheap, Cheap

I shat just now in the grocery store

now I’m looking for something to eat

As I mopily search the aisles

I think these thoughts to me

“I feel like I’ve got something to say,

something to write, some words, to keep.”

Vegetable, Vegetable, Vegetable

Cheap, Cheap, Cheap
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I would like any and all interested lads and lasses to check out my father’s blog. The URL is http://www.bagowicks.com . Though I may be biased, I’m sure you won’t be biased. His topics include, politics, fatherhood…tea…and many other strange and sometimes eclectic things.

So I implore you, visit, you won’t be disappointed!

Originally posted at: http://aspiringsomething.wordpress.com/2008/09/18/television%e2%80%a6/ on September 28th, 3008

Many who work in the industry mock it. Many who study it have decided it is a square vortex of evil. Many more believe it is a vacuous waste of time and energy.

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