Sunday, October 31

* *I Feel a Part of Me Is Dead * *

'Tis gone, 'tis gone
Privy lamentations
Of unrequited love
And induced regurgitation

'Tis gone, 'tis gone
Childlike declarations
Of faith and sisterhood
And reduced imagination

'Tis gone, 'tis gone
Over yonder cyber hill
A blog has croaked
That part of me is dead.

Thus quoth Joie at 1:55 AM

* *Peace Hotel * *

Never lament, never weep
Memories of love are yours to keep
A pact of blood
Gone to the mud
But still the roses are asleep.

Thus quoth Joie at 1:46 AM

Saturday, October 30

* *Danny Boy * *

And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear the softly tread above me
And on my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will hear and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me

- Traditional

Thus quoth Joie at 1:12 AM

Friday, October 29

* *Beetle * *

Little beetle, little beetle
Such a proud golden glower!
Ach, ach
But thou art trapped
In yonder plastic cover.

Thus quoth Joie at 11:57 PM

* *Cuckoo * *

The bird chirps to herself
Sings to the tree
And the butterfly says,
"Oh what a cuckoo
What a cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo
Oh what a cuckoo she is."

Thus quoth Joie at 9:32 PM