Something Different . .....

The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear.
If all we have is what lies here,
this lonely world, this troubled place,
then cold dead stars and empty space...
Well, I see no reason to persevere,
no reason to laugh or shed a tear,
no reason to sleep or ever to wake,
no promises to keep, and none to make.
And so at night I still raise my eyes
to study the clear but mysterious skies--
that arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?

- The Book of Counted Sorrows-

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Holy men tell us life is a mytery.
They embrace that concept happily.
But some mysteries bite and bark
and come to get you in the dark.

- The Book of Counted Sorrows-

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A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall!
Daylight retreats; night swallows all.
If good is bright, if evil is gloom,
high evil walls the world entombs.

- The book of Counted Sorrows-

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Darkness devours every shining day.
Darkness demands and always has its way.
Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes.
Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums.

- The Book of Counted Sorrows-

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At Home:

Nothing good, nothing bad.
Nothing happy, nothing sad.

Bullshit....

- Doug-





Thought I'd try something different this time. ... how do ya'll like it?