Poetry, Pneumonia and Pleasantries

Hey everybody, it's me alive and well.....correction, alive but not at all well. Seems somehow walking pneumonia crept up and kicked me in the ass. I thought perhaps a cough as fair warning was in order but I guess not. Once minute I feel fine, the next minute my lung function is at 35%. Its always fun to tell people you are really sick because without variation there are two responses. "Is it contagious", and "people die from that you know". To which I respond "yes" and "one can only hope", in that order. Seriously though, I thought since I have more than ample time I would post a couple of poems that I wrote and give well wishes to all my blogger friends at the same time. Hope everyone had a great Valentine's day. More later, in the meantime.....

Warrior

How strange it feels to be reduced
And fitting just the same
Lost, all that tied me to
The mention of her name

His smile as he grasps her tight
My eyes go up in flames
Pride gained not lost, more painful still
The mention of her name

Would those proud men dead centuries past
Be brought down much the same
With armor fast and sword in hand
And nothing left to claim

A warrior once, a fighter still
A simpering fool to blame
What once was lost is never gained
The mention of her name

2/14/05

Aegipan's Lament

So, I'm a hippy........surprise, in every way, shape or form. Both environmentally, socially, politically, and asthetically. I recently ended a relationship with a most kynd girl, who went from hippy to Amerikan in less than 2 months. Is it possible I was lied to for 4 years? I'm talking complete turn-around here people. She was so beautiful in her patchwork skirts and windblown hair. Now she just looks like every other girl. Now its a veritable snowstorm of shoes, purses, and earrings of rediculous preportions. It just makes me sick, to be quite frank. And its not just the looks either, she has a new metrosexual boyfriend who is WAY too fond of European driving caps, and she refuses to read anymore (apparently no longer enjoys it), which to me is like a both-eyes-open vote for ignorance. No more talk of politics, or environmental activism, or anything at all worth while - and you can forget about volunteer work or any actual work towards a goal as well (can anyone say .83 GPA). However, should I want to talk about the coolest damn people in our city and their assorted projection-screened TV's and Lexus, well then she just can't shut up. I recognize that this is probably an everything anti-me stage and all, but it seems like she really has just decided to buckle down and join the rest of the sheeple. What happened? Why is everyone so scared to be different? I am so tired of this, my exodus from this city is almost here and I won't have to think about any of this anymore, I just can't help the feeling that American Pie has fled once again in the face of Amerikan Buy. Any wisdom? Stacey? Anyone? Goddamn, I could use a tree right now. Preferable oak, and a stream....yeah, an oak and a stream would be just about right.