The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind. Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer. He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous. Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker. Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger. He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Poetry: Maybe Someday
Strangely happy today for some reason. Here's a diddly, simple poem, not much :}
Maybe someday you'll look my way
Though today your eyes belong not to me
But to things I know not, maybe care not
To which someday I would like to see
Amidst the smoke of your cigarettes
You'd probably won't see me at all
The calm exterior I project and set
Is a big commercial sign that rudely call
"Disturb me" or "Step on me" or "Hey you"
Yet you sit there, just cool and unmindful
While a hundred world wars have come and gone
Inside my head, where lives something beautiful
A simple thought, a cloud puff and then some
One you wouldn't hear with all the noise
Made by the clinks those beer bottles make
As I push away these words on my cellphone toy ...
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