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Sitting on a lumpy seat
Holding her cup of water.
Nothing else could be as sweet
As this moment with my daughter.

The rush of the world makes it easy to forget the important things. It's good to get an occasional reminder of the things that make everything else matter.

If you don't know what Filemover or Lifeline are, don't be surprised. This is an inside joke.

This, too, has passed.  Like all things doomed to die,
Filemover's hundred moving parts in a thousand pieces lie.
Tales be told and songs be sung,
The drum be beat and the bell be rung.
We have crushed Filemover and seen it driven before us,
Let the lamentations of its women be our cheerful chorus!
"It's dead!  It's dead!", let them wail; let them moan.
The crops it now reaps are the seeds its incompetence hath sown.
For my part, I lift a cup in celebration of its fate,
And pray that Lifeline, its better son, ne'er warrants this much hate.

I'm going city to city - i'm already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
I'll ride this horse 'til it it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down.
I'll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, 'cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed

... but here
Farr otherwise, transported I behold,
Transported touch; here passion first I felt,
Commotion strange, in all enjoyments else
Superiour and unmov'd, here onely weake
Against the charm of Beauties powerful glance.
Or Nature faild in mee, and left some part
Not proof enough such Object to sustain,
Or from my side subducting, took perhaps
More then enough; at least on her bestow'd
Too much of Ornament, in outward shew
Elaborate, of inward less exact. (Paradise Lost VIII:528-539)

Rather than accept that Adam was at fault for his own lust, he blames, first God and then Eve herself. Typical dude.

Standing up. Breath in.

Smile! That's an order.

The strength of my youth
bends to the vengeance of age
and time poorly spent

   -Tom Caudron
   -Inspired by my current post-op condition.

Plugged in. Online
Jacked up. Fucked up.
T1 line-in. Media upchuck.
Mankind. MetalSoul.
Info Blackhole.
Lord Almighty,
Flood this rathole.
Byte-sized. ArkSafe.
Hi-Tech Street Waif
Who cares anyway?
Why should I pray?
Lead in. Lead out.
Have faith. Have doubt.
Talk loud. Don't shout.
Sine wave. Crest. Bough.
Christ when? Christ now!
Windows. Intel.
Dead soul. Oh well.
Hatred and sin.
Grow weak. Grow thin.
Love to hate me.
Ricki Lake me.
Let life linger
And infestate me.

   -Tom Caudron
   -Inspired by my job. Maybe I need a new one?

I betray'd a fragile solace in my longing for thy love.
Tho' devotion in thee's dawning by the touch of Lord above.

Hear the Angels to thee speaking; listen closely to their song,
As our passions sing superior to songs of ages gone.

Listen to the sparrow singing; lingering on the sweetest note.
Listen to my soul beseeching; pledging love in poems wrote.

A gentle rustle and a ripple washes from the sea ashore.
And I watch in sullen silence as I often have before.

In a wild, foolish wonder I would tell thee how I feel.
All the love within me spoken, while before thee I would kneel.

But just as lips are parting to, in broken silence, speak,
A babbl'd blurting issues forth, yet not the words I seek.

My love then still remains a secret by the donning of a mask.
All the soul within me burning, begging to complete my task.

Slumbering still, I'll pray thy love awakens at my sight,
As the dawning of the morning, when the darkness fades to light.

See the world around thee blossom; for our love's ordain'd to be.
Open up thy eyes, belov'd; open up thy eyes and see!

Dost thou love me now, my darling? Would'st thou ever love me true?
Shall my love, in lonely labour, ever more than look at you?

Yet until thy answer's clear, I'll be pleas'd to stand a'nigh.
Staring at thy buttress'd heart and longing for thy open'd eye.

   -Tom Caudron
   -Inspired by my wife, Denise, on the occasion of our first summer friendship