Sugar Addict

 You’re bad for me

The way junk food

Is bad for the body;

The way water

Is bad for electricity;

The way that deforestation

Is bad for the honeybee.

But just like a craving

For homemade apple pie,

Your sweetness is a pleasure

I can’t bring myself to deny.

I’ve set myself limits,

Gone on diets,

Shut you out with strongbolt and latches;

Even tried a 12-step programme

And patches.

But nothing compares

To the rush you give me,

So even when I’m full

I always return

And wait at your table

For seconds and thirds…

At the end of the day

I know that you know,

Despite the words I say,

When it comes to you honey

I just can’t stay away.

Age of Enlightenment

Scattered.

That's what my thoughts are.

Unfocused .

That's what you could call my efforts.

Potential.

Is what everybody says I've got,

though it goes unharvested

More often than not. But,

Little

Would more accurately describe 

The things I've accomplished in my life.

Aware.

Is what I have become;

Enlightement,

My goal for the long run.

Open,

The position in which I place my mind.

Prepared

To receive you with arms open wide.

Weekend Oasis

Been a long week;

I can't take no mo'.

Waiting impatiently 

For the whistle to blow.

Quiting time

And I go charging out the door.

Monday come round too quickly 

To hang back doin' extra chores.

I don't know

How other people do it

Or what 

It takes to get them through it.

All I know is come the weekend,

My brain gets disconnected.

And in those precious hours

No thoughts

Of work gon' get resurrected.

So, if you feel me

Get in line.

Shake the lead out,

'Cause it's party time.

No need to get

Dressed up to the nines.

Come as you are

And you'll be just fine. 

This life is short 

So let's kick it into high gear.

Not gonna sweat the small stuff,

Ain't got one second to spare.

Pay the Piper

I tried my best,

Gave all I could

And then some.

I pushed the upper limit

And I jumped the gun.

Now the musicians

Have taken up their instruments;

The band's about to play.

The fat lady's in position;

The piper's calling for his pay.

I scan the room in a heartbeat

Looking for a dark corner,

An obscure place to hide

But there's nowhere to go

Though I search far and wide.

So now it comes down to it,

I stand erect, poised and alert

Yet fragile like a china doll,

Shuddering, I close my eyes 

And wait for the hammerfall.

Back to Bag End

I tried to hold back and keep myself from posting this. And for the past three odd months, I have succeeded. Last night, however, I went to the cinema and during the "interminable" 15 minutes of pre-feature advertisements, they ran the trailer for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. The two-minute teaser brought all the old excitement  rushing back. That's when my resolve began to crack and less than 24 hours later, here comes proof of just how much of a geek I am at heart. But I don't really care who knows it. I am counting down the days until the movie comes out. Judging from the buzz from the internet community, it looks like Peter Jackson is poised to have another mega blockbuster on his hands (no pressure Petey). 

If you haven't seen the trailer yet (although short of having been on an expedition through the wilderness for the past few months, I can't see how you could've missed it), take a look at the video below. As for those of you who have seen it before, I'm sure you won't object to watching it a second (or two thousand and second) time ;)

Quietly

Something different...

Drops of rain

Fall soundessly past the window pane.

A single sprout 

Works tireslessly upward through layers of dirt,

Breaking the surface of the soil

To surprise the planter...

An old man in his apartment

Is watching his favourite show.

He leans back to rest his eyes,

 Enjoying the theme music

And softly breathes his last...

Somewhere else,

A babe is born...

Winter passes into spring,

Then spring to summer,

Summer transitions into fall

And back again...

And life goes on 

...quietly.

And change happens 

...quietly.

You live out your days

With your nose to the grindstone

And wake up one day

To find things are different.

So the world turns

...quietly.

...And that's the way it goes...