yes greg, i know it's a day late...my apologies.

So at this point, I don’t really have anything else to write about that pertains to politics unless I just want to piss people off, which is most definitely not my intention. Not only do I feel that 250 or 230 or however many words we’re supposed to have is a bit much for a blog, but I have no idea what to come up with that’s intelligent enough that people want to read it, or political enough to tie into my previous blogs. But I figured since I’m already losing credit for posting this one a day late, I’m just going to write about whatever I want, for lack of a better, more related subject.
So, I’ve never been a prose person, I’ve always really enjoyed poetry. And not just pretty poems about scenery and being in love, but rather really deep, intricate poems that no one else really understands. Thus, I have provided a poem for people’s reading pleasure, and don’t fret if you don’t quite get it, because I leave a lot to be determined.

Come close to me my dear,
you prayer to be enlightenedwon’t be heard in the years to come.
And everyday our redundant livesfall into a circled path;
and whisks us away to better days.

Come close to me, my dear,
Your withering death wisheswon’t disrupt you in the years to come.
And every night you pray for meto love you with all I have inside;
but you don’t know that I pray it too.

Come close to me, my dear,
my bliss that all but killed youwill be put to rest in the years to come.
And the blows of existence hit you with my shortcomings;
But don’t give up, just don’t give up.

Fall asleep in the pouring rain,
look for me when the light shatters all your dreams.
Your heart will beat out my name,
once deprived, the void will gasp for your breath.
--we still won’t understand.