Hey everyone. I have been feeling the muse stirring a bit lately...like it has something to say, so I thought I'd give it a bit of room to speak today when I sat down at the comp. Kind of like my poem from a few weeks ago, this speaks of my frustration with looking for a career-like job...and how it can feel when I'm home alone for hours because of it. (That is...if I don't keep myself busy somehow. :-p) Take from it what you will personally, but that's what it means to me. Thanks for reading guys.

~Gabber
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“Quiet Time”


It’s so still
So many moments pass
Just like this

The only voice
Echoes in my throat
Unheard

The quietness can be soothing
Just some time to keep renewing
A faithful soul waiting for dancing
A chance for colors and romancing
All I need is just one moment
To soar in-between

It doesn’t ring
The call leading to ahead
Going forward

I reach out
Hoping this one will be
My one chance

The quietness can be soothing
Just some time to keep renewing
A faithful soul waiting for dancing
A chance for colors and romancing
All I want is just one moment
To soar in-between
Move past this scene
To my dream.

--Copyright Keri S. (Gabber) 6/29/06

quote:

The call leading to ahead

love that...

always obey the muse!

Thanks zoomie zoom zoom.

lol, and yes, the muse calls...I obey. Always. I just wish it'd call more often. :-p

quote:

Originally posted by Gabber:
I just wish it'd call more often. :-p

ditto that, sister...