tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83061555615296904662024-03-05T04:37:57.200-05:00My Twisted, Gray HeartMy heart's not black, it's not white, it's gray like an elephant's skin.Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-70087695198047184352013-08-06T03:10:00.001-04:002013-08-06T03:10:30.899-04:00FireMy life is like a mossy pond,<br />
Slow and sweet and useless,<br />
But I have a secret,<br />
It's name is fire.<br />
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<b>FIRE </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
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<b>FIRE</b><br />
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<b>FIRE</b><br />
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<b>FIRE</b><br />
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People don't often believe me,<br />
When I tell them I have fire,<br />
How else was I going to live,<br />
If I wasn't singeing some toes?<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
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<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
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My mind races like a 5 year old when he sees that he got the Monster Truck he always wanted for his birthday,<br />
I move slow,<br />
But there is my fire,<br />
My mind and my soul.<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I am a feminist,<br />
I catch fire to the souls of people who want to burn down,<br />
The forest that shields the wealthy,<br />
But buries the weak.<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I want to murder, burn, kill,<br />
If I destroy then I am destroyed,<br />
But the urge is there,<br />
Don't worry I won't I promise.<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I listen to Joan Baez singing Battle Hymn of the Old Republic,<br />
It's the only prayer I'll ever sing,<br />
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,<br />
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,<br />
His truth is marching on.<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I used to burn paper on the iron stove when I was a kid,<br />
I tried so hard to be a pyromaniac,<br />
But I just didn't find it fun,<br />
I'm such a loser but if you burn magnets they don't stick to your fridge anymore.<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I pace back and forth and back and forth,<br />
Why I don't know,<br />
I just feel I have to move,<br />
Or the flames become cinders.<br />
<br />
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>FIRE</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Well it's nighttime,<br />
And if you have a fire like mine,<br />
When you find someone who consumes the fire,<br />
But isn't consumed by it,<br />
You've found it.<br />
<br />
I singe a lot of people's toes,<br />
I just hope I haven't singed yours,<br />
Yet.<br />
<br />Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-67648232259593061872013-03-30T02:37:00.001-04:002013-03-30T03:39:42.770-04:00Dew in a World of RainI wake up in the afternoon,<br />
And it's raining.<br />
<br />
The day after that,<br />
It's raining.<br />
<br />
And the day after that as well.<br />
<br />
In a place like this,<br />
Rain is life.<br />
<br />
It's not a big deal,<br />
I prefer it to sunshine actually.<br />
<br />
Sunlight is that kind of thing,<br />
Where people like it even though they can't say why.<br />
<br />
It makes me sick.<br />
<br />
I miss the misty morning dew.<br />
<br />
Its gentle water in the blue daylight,<br />
Was a promise of better things to come.<br />
<br />
Dew was gentle,<br />
Rain is ferocious.<br />
<br />
Dew was a hug,<br />
And rain is this carnal lover attacking every inch of your body with burning ferocity.<br />
<br />
I mean sometimes you just need a hug.<br />
<br />
Sheesh.<br />
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<br />Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-31920999411655877732012-10-25T00:26:00.002-04:002012-10-25T00:26:17.642-04:00Alaskan Chocolate MilkOne time I went up to Alaska for the winter.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
One of the things I noticed there was,<br />
Everyone drank chocolate milk.<br />
<br />
They didn't drink soda or coffee or regular milk,<br />
Only chocolate milk.<br />
<br />
I asked them why,<br />
They just said fuck off.<br /><br />
I thought there must be something magical,<br />
In that Alaskan chocolate milk,<br />
So I tried it.<br />
<br />
It was nothing special,<br />
Nothing great,<br />
I actually think it was Nesquick.<br />
<br />
There was something special about Alaskan chocolate milk though,<br />
It made me smile through the cold.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
So I drank chocolate milk all winter.<br />
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<br />Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-6976691678663506012012-10-25T00:09:00.003-04:002012-10-25T00:17:10.486-04:00Chips Part 2Another thing about chips is,<br />
You have this phenomenon where,<br />
People will bitch for days and days,<br />
About how many chips are in a bag of chips.<br />
<br />
I don't get it,<br />
You'll accept rising gas prices,<br />
Planned obsolescence,<br />
Overbearing college loans.<br />
<br />
But nope,<br />
The ratio of air to chips is important.<br />
<br />
Do bags of chips represent us,<br />
Who we are as people?<br />
<br />
Maybe we're all just bags of air,<br />
With a few chips left inside.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-76903157651440784492012-10-24T23:45:00.001-04:002012-10-24T23:45:26.387-04:00Chips Chips are that miscellaneous snack,<br />
<br />
Chips and pretzels,<br />
<br />
Pretzels and chips,<br />
<br />
Grab, grab, grab, grab, grab,<br />
<br />
You never know how many you have,<br />
<br />
But it's never enough.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
It's ok,<br />
You'll go to the gym tomorrow.<br />
<br />
You deserve this,<br />
You had a rough day.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Chips,<br />
<br />
That kiddie crack,<br />
<br />
You pop on your favorite show,<br />
<br />
That slow smile spreads across your face,<br />
<br />
You're in heaven.<br />
<br />
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<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
Buildings may crumble,<br />
<br />
People might perish,<br />
<br />
Love may die,<br />
<br />
It will slip through your fingers like jelly,<br />
<br />
But there will always be chips.Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-37959069724063207572012-10-16T03:34:00.000-04:002012-10-16T03:34:00.309-04:00HeadachesWhy am I not a butterfly,<br />
Who only lives a day?<br />
<br />
<br />
Why does work never end,<br />
But happiness does?<br />
<br />
Why do people park in driveways,<br />
And drive in parkways?<br />
<br />
<br />
Why would people invent time,<br />
But use it to enslave themselves?<br />
<br />
Why does my cat,<br />
Like my mother more than me?<br />
<br />
Why doesn't God show himself?<br />
That rat bastard.<br />
<br />
Why can't food ever make me feel as good,<br />
As a certain girl?<br />
<br />
Why don't you answer my questions,<br />
Why oh why oh why?<br />
<br />
Because, Because, Because...<br />
<br />
<br />
The pounding in my head,<br />
Will never equal the pounding in my heart.Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-53700885093226418032012-07-16T19:22:00.002-04:002012-07-16T19:24:46.312-04:00Road RageWhen the roads become full,<br />
Out comes <i>La Chupacabra</i>,<br />
To save the day again.Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-68935541589591885572012-06-26T20:34:00.000-04:002012-06-26T20:34:04.322-04:00RainMirror, mirror on the wall,<br />
Whose smile rings truest of all?<br />
<br />
Happiness is the sweetest of ciders,<br />
A most toxic brew.<br />
<br />
Sometimes we catch the sky crying,<br />
We just happen to call it rain.<br />
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<b>I dedicate this poem to Sara Bacon. She helped me write it when I didn't have my laptop and really inspired me. </b>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-56957931515638645512012-05-25T01:36:00.000-04:002012-05-25T01:36:03.213-04:00Life and Death (A Sonnet)Death waits for me,<br />
But I am not afraid,<br />
Universal harmony,<br />
The eternal masquerade.<br />
I will live,<br />
One foot over the edge,<br />
A heart combustive,<br />
My solemn pledge.<br />
But death will wait,<br />
As long as I need,<br />
I have a date,<br />
With a girl who makes me weak.<br />
Love is the fire,<br />
Eternal happiness and desire.<br />
<br />Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-36063438476070794442012-05-03T04:59:00.000-04:002012-05-03T04:59:09.442-04:00Tom TomLittle Tom Tom,<br />
Little kitten in the corner,<br />
Mewing oh so softly,<br />
Your love light shines luminescent.<br />
<br />
I envy you friend,<br />
Catching table scraps,<br />
Daily pettings,<br />
These things make you happy.<br />
<br />
I wish I could be like you,<br />
But I cannot,<br />
I can still learn,<br />
And take your gifts in stride.<br />
<br />
<br />Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-27326434631396664392012-03-27T10:33:00.002-04:002012-04-03T00:40:29.445-04:00Modern Monster<b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; ">SCREAM</b><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Hear me,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Hear me for the first time,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>How many of you know who I am?</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>The answer is none.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>I look into your eyes,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>I don't know you but,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>I look deep into your eyes,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Searching for something I can't find.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Tick...</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Tick...</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Tick...</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Tick...</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Tick...</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Time soldiers on,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>With the wink of an eye,</b></div><div><b><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And a</span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal;"> </span>mischievous smile,</span></b></div><div><b><span >What are you going to do?</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><span ><b>The vicious tantalizing brew,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Hopelessness and ennui,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Time keeps passing,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>But you don't really care do you?</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Live life with passion,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Grow seeds in your heart,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>That turn into trees,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Be the hurricane in a field of drizzle.</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Eliminate the status quo,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>I'll live everyday like I'm born again,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Happily fearing death,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>But having no regrets.</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tick...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tock...</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>The Modern Monster,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Scared, neglected, detested,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Tormented reality,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Qu'est-ce que c'est?</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span ><b>I am the hound biting at heels,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Clean me, groom me, primp me, prune me,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>Whatever you may say or do,</b></span></div><div><span ><b>I'll always be your worst nightmare.</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></b></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-91037515269094371662012-03-17T01:59:00.002-04:002012-03-17T03:41:12.228-04:00Little Foxes<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Once upon a time,</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">In a faraway wood,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">Lived a noble young fox,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">With a beautiful heart.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">She had friends in the wood,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">Squirrels and birds and rabbits and such,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">All of them fine,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">But her soul was not satisfied.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">The grapes tasted sour,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">The water tasted dull,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">The flowers smelt stale,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">Everything was yet it was not.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">She said to her friends,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">To the squirrels and the birds and the rabbits,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">"I need to find my place in life,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">I need to find who I am."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">The fox left on her journey,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">With nothing to her name,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">But sunshine,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">And her admirable will.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Crunch, Crackle.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><b>Crackle, Crunch</b>.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">The fox runs through the forest,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">Never looking back,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">With every step,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">A new memory created.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; ">So she ran and ran,</div><div><span >Careless and free,</span></div><div><span >Enjoying her serendipity,</span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Until she happened upon a </span>wolves'<span style="font-size: 100%;"> den.</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">The wolves stopped her in her tracks,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Wanted to know if she was food or friend,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">She looked like a wolf,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Yet she did not.</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">The fox said she was an orange wolf,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">From the other side of the wood,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Said her den was getting too big,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">And wanted to join their pack.</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">She hunted and stalked,</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">And played with their cubs,</span></span></div><div><span >But her throat grew sore,</span></div><div><span >From howling every night. </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >She said to her friends,</span></div><div><span >To the wolves and baby cubs,</span></div><div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">"I need to find my place in life,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">I need to find who I am."</div></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b>Krinkle, Crisp.</b></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b>Crackle, Crunch.</b></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The fox ran and ran,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Careless and free,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Enjoying her serendipity,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Until she happened upon a bear's cave.</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The bear lived alone,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">He was sweet and old,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Being partially blind,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">He wanted to know if the fox was friend or foe.</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">The fox said she was an orange bear,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">From the other side of the wood,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">Said the fish was running out of the river,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">And wanted to join his cave.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">The fox and the bear,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">Lived happily together,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">Swimming and fishing,</span></span></div><div><span >Loving and learning.</span></div></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >One fateful night,</span></div><div><span >The old bear went to sleep,</span></div><div><span >The next day Death came,</span></div><div><span >And the old bear slept forevermore. </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><b>CRASH, CRUNCH!!!</b></span></div><div><span ><b>CRACKLE, CLANG!!!</b></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >In her sadness,</span></div><div><span >The noble fox ran and ran,</span></div><div><span >Ran as fast as she could,</span></div><div><span >To avoid the terrible pain. </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >One day as she was running,</span></div><div><span >A young male fox came into view,</span></div><div><span >Minding his business,</span></div><div><span >Gathering some grapes.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><b>BOOM!!!</b></span></div><div><span ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span >The two foxes crashed into each other,</span></div><div><span >Rolling and tumbling,</span></div><div><span >Uncertain excitement, </span></div><div><span >Until they finally stopped.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >She looked into his eyes,</span></div><div><span >And his unassuming smile,</span></div><div><span >Smiled her own, </span></div><div><span >And took his paw in her own.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The grapes taste sweet,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The water tastes fresh,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The flowers smell fragrant,</div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Everything Is.</div></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-14989045744407878402012-02-02T00:01:00.002-05:002012-02-02T03:35:24.066-05:00Reincarnation<div>Reincarnation,</div><div>I have died a thousand deaths,</div>I have been reborn.Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-79925311238554416662012-02-01T05:30:00.002-05:002012-02-01T05:36:00.898-05:00My LoveMighty be the powers of our love,<div>That call upon life unseen,</div><div>To bring our hearts together,</div><div>In beautiful serendipity.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-88865971559806244502012-01-31T04:38:00.004-05:002012-01-31T19:51:16.569-05:00A Giving TreeOne fine spring day,<div>I found a petite little seed,</div><div>With one kiss,</div><div>I gave it life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I dug it into the Earth,</div><div>I watered her,</div><div>I sang to her,</div><div>I tried to make her happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eventually a sprout came,</div><div>A beautiful little sprout,</div><div>With fragrant little leaves,</div><div>And roots that ran deep.</div><div><br /></div><div>A righteous urge,</div><div>A dutiful delight,</div><div>A smile on my face,</div><div>An amazing happiness in my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Birds in the sky,</div><div>Breeze drifting by,</div><div>Sun shining bright,</div><div>All of us connected.</div><div><br /></div><div>From seed to sprout to tree,</div><div>I've learned to love,</div><div>A giving tree,</div><div>Gave me so much with so little.</div><div><br /></div><div>A new day,</div><div>A new life,</div><div>A new world,</div><div>All for me.</div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-8874892950222170422012-01-08T21:55:00.000-05:002012-01-08T21:56:10.335-05:00Barbwire Eyeliner<div>The prison is her mind,</div><div>Eyeliner lines the cage like a barbwire fence,</div><div>Trapping her in the confines of conformity. </div><div><br /></div><div>She wanted to be happy,</div><div>Everyone told her to be happy,</div><div>It was all a lie,</div><div>That stung deeper and deeper as time rolled on.</div><div><br /></div><div>The girl looked for love,</div><div>That happiness you find,</div><div>In Those Forgotten Places,</div><div>That Lasts For All Of Time.</div><div><br /></div><div>She could not find it,</div><div>Society would not let her,</div><div>They told her to buy and consume,</div><div>Buy and consume.</div><div><br /></div><div>She became society's tool,</div><div>Shirts and shoes,</div><div>Boys and toys,</div><div>A state of temporary inebriation. </div><div><br /></div><div>The barbwire became too high,</div><div>The spikes too sharp,</div><div>She could not escape,</div><div>So she put on more eyeliner.</div><div><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-58457123276987760562012-01-03T03:21:00.003-05:002012-01-03T03:38:19.156-05:00The EternalI'm going to a party, <div>Alone and unaware,</div><div>That something frightening,</div><div>Will soon be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I start dancing,</div><div>Faster and faster,</div><div>Unaware that something frightening,</div><div>Will soon be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eyes wide,</div><div>And mouths drop,</div><div>The crowd departs,</div><div>A solemn silence remains.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blood and sweat drips,</div><div>Dancing like a demon,</div><div>Unaware that something frightening,</div><div>Will soon be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moving so fast,</div><div>Bones jump from skin,</div><div>Unaware that something frightening,</div><div>Will soon be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>So light and gay,</div><div>Dancing into the sky,</div><div>Unaware that something frightening,</div><div>Will soon be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dancing and dancing, </div><div>From infinity to hell,</div><div>I come upon the Demon Princess,</div><div>In an eternal embrace.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-23679213338880745612012-01-03T02:19:00.003-05:002012-01-03T02:50:15.708-05:00MuseBeauty effervescent,<div>A heart bursting with light,</div><div>Her presence is a fire,</div><div>It burns like a nova,</div><div>Exploding ideas,</div><div>Raining thoughts,</div><div>Inspiring action.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-32727483993836723902012-01-03T02:06:00.002-05:002012-01-03T02:11:37.156-05:00Sweet and SourShe's sweet as pie, <div>Sweet as can be,</div><div>Sweet as this poem,</div><div>That's more than a little cliche.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's nothing sour about her,</div><div>Not that I can see,</div><div>The only thing that is sour,</div><div>Is that she cannot be with me.</div><div><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-72275474641573272532011-09-17T04:45:00.002-04:002011-09-17T05:29:16.259-04:00Carina<div>Carina,</div><div>Carina,</div><div>A velvet love,</div><div>Soft to the touch.</div><div><br /></div>Don't be afraid,<div>It's all we need,</div><div>Don't run away,</div><div>Can't you see?</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking in the sky,</div><div>Looking for hope,</div><div>I find you there,</div><div>Bright as can be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Carina,</div><div>Carina,</div><div>A velvet love,</div><div>That makes me feel.</div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-25527420906157610782011-09-14T02:53:00.003-04:002011-09-14T03:09:37.412-04:00HnhbnflHolding hands in dark places,<div>Nullifying the nervousness,</div><div>He is the eagle,</div><div>Breathing slowly but deftly,</div><div>North wind carries a gentle breeze,</div><div>Fire in his soul is alight,</div><div>Life lingers on.</div><div><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-38172667322863849182011-09-06T19:48:00.002-04:002011-09-06T20:19:52.913-04:00For The Sons And Ancestors<div>This for the sons and ancestors,</div><div>Ones coming before and after,</div><div>Aged oaks with distant roots,</div><div>New flowers waiting to bloom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let your heritage say,</div><div>Whether in heaven or hell,</div><div>Or rotting in a faroff grave,</div><div>You are the epitome,</div><div>Of the dreams and hopes, </div><div>They always had.</div><div><br /></div>Let your children say,<div>With truth and pride,</div><div>You were a terror,</div><div>You were a nuisance,</div><div>You were devoted,</div><div>You were real.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can only be you,</div><div>All I have to say is,</div><div>If you're truly happy,</div><div>They will always be proud of you.</div><div><br /></div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-9671010005791197582011-08-20T04:08:00.001-04:002011-08-20T04:12:34.639-04:00Full Moon TideFull moon tide at night,<div>The waves crash in roar and rage,</div><div>I love a full moon.</div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-36158785455172831622011-08-19T04:29:00.001-04:002011-08-19T04:39:02.455-04:00Black Tulip<div>Lovely black tulip,</div>A treasure in mystery,<div>One in a million.</div>Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306155561529690466.post-43073094888750376132011-07-03T07:13:00.000-04:002011-07-03T07:15:28.420-04:00The DoveSwinging to and fro,<br />The dove soaring through the sky,<br />It touches my heart.Jonathan Steinkleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240902768251019641noreply@blogger.com0