a quiet comfortthe stars are bright and the wind is calm, on this quiet, crystal night.a quiet comfort
the horses are snug and tight and safe in their stalls,
on this quiet, crystal night.
the dogs are fed and sigh with comfort as they sleep, warm in the hay.
the cows are mooing, far from sight and the chickens are content,
on this quiet, crystal night.
the cats stare at the dark their ears alert and open,
on this quiet, crystal night.
the farmhouse is silent and nothing but crickets make a sound on this quiet, crystal night &nbs
A Writer's EpitaphThe body of Jude Thomas.A Writer's Epitaph
Writer.
Like a pen that's run out of ink
and can't write any longer,
lies here, broken and forgotten.
But, its words will live on in the pages of a journal for years to come and with knowledge to share.
Punk Rock BoyPunk Rock BoyPunk Rock Boy
Black hairs shagging in his eyes---he looks through it.
And mommy having a royal tantrum: a complete fit.
Daddy's sees a broken reflection of what he used to be.
And it's kind of uncanny [but mostly just scary].
His finger tips are calloused to perfection: just like an old rock star.
And I'm left wishing they would hold me just like he holds that technicolor guitar.
His pants aren't tight or baggy: both that are the trend.
There's another show to jet off to: punk rock boy's at it again.
Now his converse ch
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"Are the gods not just?"
"Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?"
~Till We Have Faces, by C.S. Lewis
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