And they will grin and tell you, you can do anything! And it's a lie And they will frown and tell you you can do nothing! And it's a lie You can do what you can And that's the truth So do it.
There is pattern in the moment. There is crystal in the stone. Though we dance behind the mirrors, we are one within our arms. Oh, fly from that deep winter. trudge from the howling storm. Past the point of Fiegenbaum, out of the lonely, into the warm.
In the cold of winter, in the dead of night, From the edge of madness, my soul takes flight. Far above the world, I shimmer and spin, The strange attractor moves within! Lady Mercy, help me say, Time and distance, fall away ... Saw you standing in the sunlight, dancing just above the wave, … Continue reading A Prayer For Lady Mercy
In the dreamtime my spirit goes back to the dirt hills of Avonlea. To stand between the prairies green and gold and the spreading blue above. And my companions stand beside me, the living and the dead. In the golden afternoon we wander the cool green hills and talk and laugh and weave the … Continue reading The Dirt Hills of Avonlea
By: Rob Sutherland, Filked from 'The Children's Hour' by Longfellow Between Eleven and Midnight When my eyelids start to lower Comes a pause and a lag in the postings That I call the lurkers hour. I know in the net around me They wait in silence to greet The new days crop of postings … Continue reading The Lurkers Hour
You hitch a ride with a kid in a white Caddy in the Rockies and when you pass the cop car at the Park gate, he relaxes, brushes back his long greasy hair and says,"Wow, I was worried 'cause I stole this car - got a toke?" Beaten up picking fruit in Vernon, you … Continue reading Transient 2.0
Words: Rob Sutherland TTO: The Wild Rover Oh, I programmed in COBOL for manys the year and I spent every minute in loathing and fear. But now I've assembled new skills in great store, and I never will program in COBOL no more! Ch: And it's No! Nay!, Never! No! Nay! Never! No … Continue reading The Wild Coder