Desolation 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Anybody here ever hear of biorythms? It's a science started by 
the Chaldeans of ancient Babylon I believe. Wise men who watched 
the planets and stars and could fortell the future and do magic. 
These men started tracking people every day to see what their 
health level was, what their artistic abilities were like, their 
love lives, their creativity, their friendship and so on. 

They tracked people that were born on all different days of the 
year and maintained lists of thier statistics. So, if you were 
born on November 4th like I was, on July 19th you might have a 
rating of 4 in the creativity department, but you may be an 8 in 
your love life or your sex life, or both. I was at a diner once 
and for like $.50 cents I got my biorythm printed out from a 
machine. 

I just told it what my birthday was, my sex, and some other junk 
and I got my print out. Did you know that every single rating 
was spot on. I believe we all have biorythms, we're cyclical 
beings. On some days it seems effortless to run a couple of 
miles, work out in the gym, or do push ups in your house. 

But on that same day you may repel the oposite sex like oil 
repels water. On one day you may not even feel that good health 
wise, but you notice you have these cute girls eyeballing you 
where ever you go. You seem to get that second glance and girls 
go out of their way to say hi to you. 

Some days You can't seem to get out of bed and it's all you can 
do to get any physical excercise, but you write a beautiful poem 
that just seems to come into your head from the cosmos. Fed to 
you from a talented mind in a far off galaxy. I believe we are 
all affected by the alignments of the stars, planets, and the 
galaxies. 

Today I am like poison to pretty girls, I have no creative 
juices flowing, it seems like a desert wasteland here on 
myspace, nobody knows the answer to my myspace issue. But guess 
what, I kicked ass at work today and made my presence felt. I 
also got a nice compliment from a beautiful lady both inside and 
out, Tarabud. 

I read her nice piece about a guy she saw through a window, her 
eyes met his and she didn't look away. Nothing good's on TV, 
nobody's out on the street, it's hotter than hell. But I have 
some beautiful friends on myspace and in my own personal life 
too. 

I know people are just busy and they'll be back around. I just 
wanted to write down the way I feel right now. The sands of time 
will change things and tomorrow will look different. I'll step 
out and see a whole new landscape of different colors. 

I'll be able to feed off the energy of others who will be glad 
to help me get back up to speed. Good night and God bless you. 
This poem is called desolation because that's the way it feels 
around me right now.

A tin can clanks on the ground in the street
The wind howls like witches in unison singing a scary song
There is not a soul as far as the eye can see
It looks darker than usual outside
I don't hear the beautiful laughter of kids playing
The sound of birds singing sweetly to me
There are no pretty colors tonight
There are no round and fuzzy shapes
Eerything is cold and gray
With straight lines and sharp edges
Like a 40's film noir movie with Humphrey Bogart
Inside I feel the same way
I am magnifying my flaws in my mind
I see nothing good in myself
There is hardly anyone around to lift me up
But I love me
I love you too
I hesitate to say that
For fear you may not love me too
But I don't have the time to worry bout that
Life's too short to worry about whether there's a balance in the 
force
I'll let nature take her course
Hang in there
See what tomorrow will bring
Will tomorrow ever get here
How will I fall asleep
It was such an unsatisfying day
How could I be at peace in my mind
How could I rest my head on the pillow
And sleep
This too shall pass
But the cold fingers of the night send shivers down my soul
The emptiness inside is like the constant throbbing pain of a 
stubbed toe
It won't subside
It's high tide for the emptiness of my soul
The waves of loneliness are beating against the shore of my heart
Will things ever get better
Intellectually I know they will
But that doesn't change the way I feel right now