Alpha India Mike

I see you there, I know you can see me.
Why won't you talk to me?

We haven't spoken in years, I realize.
But I mattered to you once upon a time.

Has it been so long since we last met?
Ten long years apart we have spent.

I never knew before but did I offend?
What caused you to flee from my side?

I recall your laugh, your warmth.
The way you made me feel.

Love flowed freely between us,
In the expanse between day and night.

Every tear, every beer
Every broken dream.

Every cheer, every "dear"
Every happy keen.

Gone now, gone away.
Swept under the sands of time.

I still keep you on the list,
The one I rarely check anymore.

Hopefully I'll have the courage,
To reach out to you once again.

For now I shall watch until you go idle,
And gently weep as the portal between us again shuts down.

Moving In Monaural...

The Watcher sits in his cave
Staring at the surrounding rock wall
The hum of a thousand voices
Echoing through the Fall.

This descent into madness
A journey of the unenlightened One
This outpouring of emotion
Screams out against the stone.

What led to light, leads now to darkness
The sleeping giant, long left undisturbed
Inside the fragile mind of the Unforgiven
Streams of consciousness grow perturbed.

For others cannot come to completely realize
That the Watcher's own darkness lies within.

-R

Regression Back To Presentation...

Announcements, announcements, announcements!
What a horrible way to die
What a horrible way to die
What a horrible way, a horrible way, a horrible way to die

We sold our cow
We sold our cow
We have no need
For your bull now

Did you ever see a windbag, a windbag, a windbag
Did you ever see a windbag, well here's one right now
Blows this way and that way and that way and this way
Did you ever see a windbag, well here's one right now

Announcements, announcements, announcements!

My lords, ladies and gentlemen, I am officially and unequivocally bored out of my skull. That is all.

Was Senselessly Eaten By Wolves...

'Tis 2:36 in the morning
and while I should be snoring,
I'm sitting here a pouring,
Something rather boring.

Ohhhhh, yeaaaaaaah!

Sorry. Was feeling a little ridiculous there for a moment. I swear. Nothing but silliness and BSG posts this week...

Sing Through Me, Muse, A Song Of Fluff...

I received an interesting request via e-mail from someone I know the other day. Apparantly, the sender is assembling a potential collection involving pictures of dogs and the songs created for them by their owner. If successful, this will possibly turn into a book of some sort.

Quite honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to participate in the project or not. After all, my Katy's been gone for five months now. I personally do not currently own another dog to sing about, though I supposed I could craft a ballad or two about teh Kate and the other dogs I've been with through the years.

So, let's start at the top:

Katy I

She's my golden retriever
Yes, my golden retriever
And I love to see you every day.

Oh, my golden retriever,
Yes, my golden retriever
You eat my steak, you'll pay.

Katy II

Fluffy tail and big ol' feet
Loves the water and uncooked meat
Fetches objects, leaves fur on my car seat
With the Kate, my day's totally complete.

Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
And she'll make your Chiuahua into mince meat.

Heart of gold, fur colour matching
Soft ears, she is a scratching
Mischief is what this dog is hatching
My furniture now needs patching.

Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
And she'll make your Terrier into milk's meat.

*drum solo*

Floating down the river of blue
Chasing squirrels to make a stew
Greatest dogs they might be few
Katy's one, but what else is new?

Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
Oh, yeah, she's my Katydid.
And she'll make your beagle into potted meat.

Lisa

Lisa is so frisky
So hyperactive and frisky

Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky
Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky.

Lisa chases shadows and reflections
I have a flashlight, will she make the connections.
She'll chase and bark and bark and chase
She's a nutty kid and that's my case.

Oh, Lisa is so frisky
So hyperactive and frisky

Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky
Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky.

Lisa is so frisky
So hyperactive and frisky

Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky
Frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky, frisky.

Oh, yeah!

Heidi

Weiner dog, oh weiner dog.
You are so short and rotund.
Oh weiner dog, oh weiner dog,
You are so much like a hot dog.

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Yep, truly classics, aren't they? At least be thankful that I wasn't including mp3's of my actual howling of these masterpieces...

Test

Can't you see?

Looking Into The Abyss

Maybe it was the way that things were meant to be.
Maybe it was the way that things were meant to be.
Maybe it was the way that things were meant to be.
So many great things to come were not made for me.