Talk to me on AIM at: INDEEDDonMann Past Entries at a Glance I've come crawling back to myself... - Sunday, Feb. 28, 2010
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Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft Wednesday, Sept. 08, 2004 - 1:11 a.m. The gods crouched anxiously over their viewscreens The future was clear as a piece of broken scotch glass So he marched headlong into a wall but what does it mean? They all shook their fists in anger at the rape at mass He stepped out into the light of day The heavens shook and opened for him the waters parted and made a way even rays from the sun began to dim He cleared his throat as if to speak "I want to have a family before I die" The raging waters flowed in the creek Under bridges forgotten, never asking why So a picture on the wall fell down for us The Last Supper is what folks have named it We belive we killed the beast but trust... We have yet to even maim it "I've lost my religion but found my faith." He's lost his grip but found his mind In raging flames on August the Eighth He turned back the mighty hands of time "Black night, you have consumed my soul." In a tempest of shadow she nodded, wry "Some have said you'd have swallowed me whole" This accusation was more than she could deny He began to speak again, this time a whisper "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." The candles laid out on the table began to flicker They said, in their own way; "... ..." The beasts reared back their heads and laughed The menfolk and women began to rejoice The man who had once upon a time abandoned his craft Had finally regained his voice ...and all bowed down to listen. |