Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Test Poem 1: Heroic Couplet

Testing testing 1,2,3!!!

The farmer called to the cows,
"Who is the most quick?"
"The cow that wins gets a glorius prize",
"And I will declare it the most wise."

All the cows played the tricks,
except for one named Sue,
She was an honest calf,
And won by a foot and a half.

Sue was the winner
And became my dinner,
But lies in a pasture in heaven.

*I understand that this isn't that good, but it is just a test so shut up you know who you are.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Dreams of Youth

In a dream a peasant can be a prince,
In a dream the cat gets the mouse,
And the rat feasts on the cat,
In a dream a man can fly towards the sun,
Or plunge towards the endless sea,
In a dream a child can become a man right before your eyes,
Or stay young forever,
In a dream all men are created equal,
And live in brotherhood.

Dreams are not real,
and the most real things in the world.

Hold onto your dreams,
And hold them fast,
because they might not last,
Dreams are the great equalizers of this world,
Anyone can dream but not everyone can be.

* I don't know if this is bad or not, but if it is you all can suck my balls two times. (It's from Pineapple Express)

Sunday, January 18, 2009


The Muleta*,
Red or black,
Jumper or flyer,
Scythe or cross,
Heaven or hell,
Raphael or Beelzebub,
Give or take,
Charm or harm,
Success or failure,
The roar of time,
The whirl of spontaneity,
it's only action that can make a man.

*A muleta is the red Spanish flag used by matadors to kill bulls in bullfighting.
Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Stuck in the Middle With You

You are the glue and the acetone,
The light and the dark,
The yin and the yang,
The love and the hate.

There are clowns to the left of me,
and Jokers to the right,
With you there though,
The circle will remain unbroken,
You are the food stuck in my teeth,
And the itch I can't scratch,
But I will always be stuck in the middle with you.
Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell

Sunday, January 11, 2009


It is white, pristine, and pure,
Nothing Changes,
Nothing Grows,
Under that beautiful snow,
So Different,
So Mysterious,
If I went to Hell,
I would miss it so.

Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell


I am the puppet,
Made of hollow wood,
Acting is my life,
I play the fool, the teacher,the student, and the saint,
My nose grows,
Any Way the Wind Blows,
On the day I die,
You all can have the bloody carcass,
And the Devil can chew on the bones.

Sicerely, F.T. Rockwell

Friday, January 9, 2009


Melting pot,
Pressure cooker.






Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell