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I watch the clouds as they separate.
Revelation songs sing as I speculate...
Is He there beyond those clouds of gray?
The King that I long await?
Wrapped around Him, there, His robe of light
Trails behind Him into the night of night
Guardian of my soul
My Prince, My Knight
My eyes carry up, up and away
"Keep watch over the skies" and so up they will stay
Until my speculations become as true as they are on the page
My King will carry His Bride this day
-M <3
I watch the clouds as they separate.
Revelation songs sing as I speculate...
Is He there beyond those clouds of gray?
The King that I long await?
Wrapped around Him, there, His robe of light
Trails behind Him into the night of night
Guardian of my soul
My Prince, My Knight
My eyes carry up, up and away
"Keep watch over the skies" and so up they will stay
Until my speculations become as true as they are on the page
My King will carry His Bride this day
-M <3
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A love letter to my office equipment....
Thank you so much for your continued support. You have won the HangB1Error of the Year Award. For all of your hard drive work, I have decided to reward you with a field trip to the parking lot. I will bring your friend, HP LaserJet Printer, too. I know that the two of you argue often, and HP usually fails to translate your ideas correctly on paper. But I do believe that the two of you equally deserve a day out and will learn to play nice together.
So, we will start our lovely field trip by playing frisbee with your hard disk. After all, you have always claimed that your CPU will soar, so let's see how fast you can fly. A few FLOPS never hurt anyone.... How do you think you will do? Let's be honest. There's no need to encode our characters here... Are you really going to soar when you love to just sit there on the backside of the bus with all of your cache? Well, at least you will have HP LaserJet there to ink you on and tone you down if you get too worked up.
Frisbee will be fun, I'm sure. You will experience a whole new kind of system crashing. I won't even require you to perform error reporting after!
Once we've had enough frisbee, we will have batting practice. I will practice my swingline as I aim my dysfunctional stapler at all 7 of your Windows. I already know that you will keep very still for me, because we are so well-acquainted, and we love to Hang, B. You have plenty of cookies stored for me, so they should be easy hits.
After batting practice, we will play the game of copy cat. First I will Drag you... then I will Drop you. Then I will do the same thing to HP. I will repeat this several times and try achieve the same level of defragmentation for you and HP. Don't worry; I don't discriminate. You and HP are equals. Each of you nybble away at my patience, bit by bit....
By this point, you and HP might be feeling a little disjointed, so I will allow you two nodes to finally sync as I send you off to a magical place called the Recycling Bin.You might be able to see a lot of your old companions there. Be sure to say hello to Windows Vista for me!
After all of this, you might think that you are bright for receiving all of these awards and ending up where you belong. and after all is said and done, I will hate to have to DIMM your 64-bit perspective, but, the HARD TOKEN of truth is... you byte.
Welp Captcha Later,
Melanie
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Again
Self Imploding
Spirit exploding
So much light
Alone she's floating
The world keeps turning
Its spirits burning
Thews of yearning
But who of they are learning?
Teaching, reaching for the truth
Not man of old
Nor girl of youth
All consumed with desires to feed
Confusing the want with the dire need
To have to hold to break the mold
But what mold they hold, is long foretold
The same patterns reclaimed
By the lost and ashamed
Bilk and lies
Sweep their milky eyes
Oh the ones who harbor
Their scarlet cries
They try to hide and fold inside
The cotton exterior they fray beside
The guilt is swallowed into their bile
While their libel's rival
Is the twitch in their smile
Afraid to be empty
But empty is the lie
Still they fill for the thrill
To live before they die
Unopened are the pages of revelation
Read instead- the erratum of a lost generation
Even the pages stroked with eager elation
Adding numbers to Hades' growing population
But oh the ones who cry
With light in their hearts
They never die
And oh the ones who try
To tear it apart
They wonder why
It always comes back to the same thing
The same milky eyes
Always have the same sting...
1/3/12
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Melanie
