Still More Poems For You ...
I'm glad this Visual Basic stuff is coming fairly easily to me in class. I was worried when looking at the texts that I was "not going to get" stuff like ADO and SQL but so far so good. I'm not where I'd like to be with this unit's Case Study, but I'm hoping to get caught up on that this weekend. So many things fighting for every minute ... with sleep being one of them each time (and it has, unfortunately, been winning a lot of the bouts). Anyway ... more spewage behid the cut tag below ...
VEILED BY OUR OWN SHROUD
1
not of habit
not of plan
divided from intention
by dark and misty spans
set in frustration's raiment
like sacrificial kings
unable to progress here
by any mode at all
2
down common drains
darker than before
attractors wield dire sway
as though from hidden mass
we can not see the pit
we hurtle towards
shadowed by its crush,
veiled by our own shroud
3
like the trap door
on the gallows
the abyss opens
and I fall
all illusions
of sufficience
swing away
to ebon drops
4
too many ills
too many failures
to accept chance
to be at fault
no, there is malice in the wind,
there are evils in the sky
in a hostile brutal world
that would grind us into dust
5
all frames in which we fail
all modes we disappoint
our legacy is loss
our history a curse
nothing good is left us
as measured by their world
we're but fetid wastes
circling the drain
- Brendan Tripp
04/23/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
VEILED BY OUR OWN SHROUD
1
not of habit
not of plan
divided from intention
by dark and misty spans
set in frustration's raiment
like sacrificial kings
unable to progress here
by any mode at all
2
down common drains
darker than before
attractors wield dire sway
as though from hidden mass
we can not see the pit
we hurtle towards
shadowed by its crush,
veiled by our own shroud
3
like the trap door
on the gallows
the abyss opens
and I fall
all illusions
of sufficience
swing away
to ebon drops
4
too many ills
too many failures
to accept chance
to be at fault
no, there is malice in the wind,
there are evils in the sky
in a hostile brutal world
that would grind us into dust
5
all frames in which we fail
all modes we disappoint
our legacy is loss
our history a curse
nothing good is left us
as measured by their world
we're but fetid wastes
circling the drain
- Brendan Tripp
04/23/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp