There lived a naïve know-it-all
Knowing he didn’t know much at all
The pride of knowing took a big fall
When what he wanted he did not get at all
Know it all then curbed his ego and all
It was a question of feeding him big tummy after all
The know-alls his guides made him to his mind call
What he had suspected after all
That he didn’t know anything at all
He ate dust and ground his nose to know all
And when his nemesis know-alls met their fall
He thought now I know something after all
That false notion soon led to his very downfall
But survive he did, he had learned well after all
Now, claims does not he make tall
For he doesn’t want to once again crawl
How will he then, he cries, ever free his soul?
In this search, knowing, yet he feigns not to know at all
February 28, 2008
January 29, 2008
January 17, 2008
Flash
Across the wasteland
The Sentinels
Holding their torches high
Guarding the ruins
The slumbering Ghost town
A long unending line
Rising up and flowing down
And sweeping across the horizon
Waves Undulating
The road flows along
Or is it a boundary wall
Protecting the child
That grows in the womb of the desert land
The Sentinels
Holding their torches high
Guarding the ruins
The slumbering Ghost town
A long unending line
Rising up and flowing down
And sweeping across the horizon
Waves Undulating
The road flows along
Or is it a boundary wall
Protecting the child
That grows in the womb of the desert land
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)