Black-Holes and Musings

The gun shot a hole through the night.
The stars cried at the waste and the violence of it all.
Didn’t you know?
The world is full of hate.
There isn't any reason for it.
It happens all over again.
See the kites fly on a white background.
The planet is divided.
A world lost somewhere in time.
See the rainclouds gather in close.
Faces, images, names, memories all blur.
Three years have passed since my universe bled.
There's words and names I can only say in my head.


It happens to be Mark Twain’s birthday. Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today. Happy Birthday to you.

PS- Yes, I still whine- a LOT. And okay, a funny post the next time.