siart@thoth.dec.com (I'm pink, therefore I'm spam.) (08/15/86)
Rememberance
Can I really be a victim
of circumstance.
You left me without reason
or cause.
Still standing with my ticket
in one hand.
And my heart in the other.
Stranded I stand without ever
really knowing.
But I think that you still
care.
Do you still care?
Every time the sun sets I
still remember.
Your face half slanted in
the dying sun.
With that smile, and those
curls half covering your face.
Not knowing that it was
covering not only your eyes.
Hiding from me your secret.
Blue jacket fading in the
distance.
Curves I once held, and never
will again.
Image fading, turning darker,
last impressions.
Primarily a victim, tragically
academic.
by Brian Siart
Tears in the Rain
Yesterday you called,
for the first time in years.
Faking me out,
by filling me with fears.
Silenced by missing,
no hope to have you near.
Recalling what you said,
nobody gives a damn.
Shaking your moral quips
about legacy.
I'd be better off dead
than in your hands.
Trying with words
I can say no more.
Hearing you cry I only
ask..WHAT FOR?!
Calling me now is
driving me insane.
Words without cause are
like tears in the rain.
by Brian Siart
a trip in a nightmare
Come this way, he said with a grin.
Step over that mess or you might break a limb.
Path A or path B, path C and theres more.
Quickly make up your mind and pick a good door.
So I picked door K for the unusual smell.
Get ready get set, for a trip through my hell.
He led me inside by grabbing my hair.
I never noticed that strange little stare.
He stopped and he looked and held out his hand,
Stephen King, he said, BOY welcome to my great land.
I heard crying and moaning, laughing and howls.
Step aside, he said, while I open my bowels.
I turned and ran and didn't look back.
But what I would see left nothing to lack.
I tripped and tumbled right into a pit.
and you guessed it folks is was full of fresh shit.
So ends this tale for I died in that moat.
My body all mangled and beginning to bloat.
Well then how did you write this? I heard you scream.
Relax I said darling this was only a dream.
BY BRIAN SIART
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