Pork

I'm not a dork,
I just want to eat pork,
I don't need a fork,
I just need to have my pork,
Not a duck,
But just plain old pork,
It's not a lot of work,
Just get me my pork.

Come With Me

It's the simplest thing,
Of the simplest feeling,
Take me to your heart,
Just make sure we're not apart,
Give me your hand,
I'll bring you to a new land,
Where we could sit enjoy the cool breeze,
Listen to your heart and be amaze,
Let nothing stop your imagination,
Bring your soul to a state of affirmation,
To understand it's glory and beauty,
In a state of clarity.

The Quest For

B . A . B . I

The Square Root of 3 Poem

The most awesome poem I've encountered :-


I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed.


- Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay

Glimmer

I want to put your picture in the frame,
Making sure it will always stay the same,
To live a lie for that one short moment,
Holding on to that small piece of attachment,
I cannot undo the past,
As nothing seem to last,
But as long as I'm alive I feel I have the chance,
To perhaps atone,
But is it necessary?
Or maybe just fallacy.