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a poem written December 28th 1998 (Gregorian)|
2nd week of Ramadan 1012?
Watching the shadows on the wall fight amongst themselves, i recognize them as my friends having fun. Contemplating things to do, i decide to see my family and touch their lives before this year is through. Now, plowing through the dark ensconced in steel, i listen to the quiet whispers of the wind's tiny shreiks leaking through the cracks and crevices of my surrounding life. i am full of joy and great sadness, eager anticipation and fearsome loathing, (for my future, from my past). i stand firmly upon my choices; it's not those decision i regret, but many goals, not yet met. i smile calmly, quite content, life is good; as it should be to me. i have no complaints, only a burning desire to accomplish something more; to travel far in search of lore. Exiting from high speed, i slow into the murky woods. Moon lit and bovine infested! i smell them, with their psychedelic after taste, a fleshy, flatulent offering to the gods. i am out of touch, communication lines are broken. Comforted by safely waiting messages, and with only the stars to guide me, i search for land marks to my rendevouz with destiny. What a day. What a year. What a life. -Rebellious O'Megan One Captain, T.S. Transport One Son of William Platt Son of Marlene (Gold) Platt Adopted Father of Dog Punker One Adopted Father of Pookie Monster One