Nothing Is Fail Safe"Nothing is Fail Safe"Try as you mightWith your desperate machinationsTo prevent decay;Like Death, it's inevitable.Everything you experienceIs just some finite expressionOf Time's march;That slow juggernaut's trail.Enjoy your emotionsWhether abysmal or ecstaticBoth are in limited supply;Destined to inexplicably run out.By: Patrick J. Patin 03/12/06 4:55pm
Romantic Mechanics"Romantic Mechanics"These arms swing wildy,Grabbing at pillows of emotion,Bound by the realities of existence,Failing to reach their soft embrace,This metal embrace always too short,Head hanging so dejectedly low,A happy little cloud sinks down,To the caustic second dimension,Slipping into robotic arms carefully;Hope rears it's ugly, false headOnly to be yanked away again,By the tittering, disappearing cloud.By: Patrick Patin 07-02-06 1:37PM*Recent events remind me of the past.
Homesickness"Homesickness" I stared out the window, listening to the rough pops of rain hitting my ceiling. The tinkle of rain hitting tin, some part of my house I've never been able to find, reminds me of home. I may say to people, "Yes, I live over there, off some street that's a death trail on days just like this," but it's not really the truth. The for real truth, the one I hold deep in my heart and maybe in my mind is the source for all this darkness. Where I come from, where Scottish and Cajun clashed in some unholy, violent orgy, this is nothing. We have thirty seven different names for rain, but we just use the one you know. It's just easier that way. You may not get it, coming from a perspective of wind, dust and dryness that leaches energy right out of your soul, but we do. I can tell just what kind of rain my cousin is referring to, on those infrequent, crackling connections we make. It becomes part of you, despite any upbringing to the contrary. I should know,
The City Heartbeat"The City Heartbeat"Incandescents and flourescenceBeams of irreplaceable fossil fuelsErasing Nature's hold on humanityWithin these [invisible] city walls.Hip hop and cracked black topMarking out the territory bordersBetween one type of hidden viceAnd all of the not so hidden others.Air pollution and frail constitutionGoing hand in venereal handWorking together, fruits of manTo drive away this unnatural disorder.By: Patrick P. 12-18-05 9:13PM