Almighty-Pipboy

Wind billows in the air, Blowing leaves into hair. Autumn time has just arrived, Have a seat in your chair. The ghouls are hiding, Behind that ruined siding, Waiting in the darkness, Their time is arriving. Creatures of all size; With horrible cries; If you value your sanity, Leaving would be wise. For Fall has finally begun, And little children seeking fun, Will soon be greeted, When there is no sun. P   2

Give me a lot of inteligence, And that would be no defense, Allow me to grow a bit stronger, And I will not last any longer. All it took from her was a wink, To send me to my favorite shrink, All it takes from her is a smile, To make me forget it all for awhile. What drives her to shy away? How can I get her to stay? Convince her that my good intentions, Are not just passion-driven inventions. Time is quickly passing us by, And now is not the time to be shy. So, can I have another chance, Will you let me have this last dance?

Today I see hearts stirring, With emotion ever so real. Because today is the day, When we tell how we feel. Some we see will share, Cute little cards and candy, Sing sweet melodies, To make others feel randy. Others will try to boycott, And continue to stay ever sad. Whilst many will be left out, Becoming depressed and mad. But none of this matters to me, Because of my fair-haired lady. With her bright smile and laugh, Whose witty remarks drive me crazy... P  2

...Finally, a JKD (Jeet-Kune-Do) man    (he never refers to himself or others    as a master) who says JKD is exclusively    JKD is not in with it. He is still hung up    on his self-closing resistance; in this case,    anchored down to a reactionary pattern,    and naturally is still bound by another    modified program and can only move    within its limits. He has not digested the    simple fact that truth exists outside of all    moulds and patterns, and awareness is    never exclusive. JKD is merely a name    used, a boat to get one across, and once    across, is to be discarded, and not to be    car

Beauty of Silence All around us every day, An assault upon our senses, Is being waged by what we say, And what we cannot avoid. What or who is the antagonist, In this war fought around us, So many that fill this list, Of agressors who sully our lives. I say that silence lives, While there is wilderness, Untouched by mechanical knives, And animals roam far and wide. Why must we so much noise, Twenty-four hours a day? We don't need this auditory smog, And that's all i haev to say. By: Patrick Patin      10-06-2002      11:33 PM

Ender's Rhyme Sometimes children, Are more than gifted, And the subtle balance; Of power, is shifted. Sometimes children, Know more than adults, And deep inside, Have no hidden faults. Sometimes children, Are smarter than me, And you will never know, Because it hides where we cannot see... By: Patrick Patin      11-06-02      1:07 Pm