The Snake and The Spider

One hot Mojave day,
Whilest chasing its prey,
The fast Desert Viper,
Had fallen astray,

From his normal path,
That wasn't all hazardous,
Chasing the mouse he hath,
Forgot all thought patterns thus,
Leaving him in quite a predicament,
His face all riddled with such lament.

For he lost sight of his prey,
It has seemed to have vanished,
But from the ground something grey,
It seems, had been banished.

"What sorcery is this?"
He said with a hiss,
"Six long, hairy legs,
and the size of a man's fist?"
"I am an arachnid,
Tarantula to be precise,
and though I have six legs,
They are pure artifice."

"You see they were injured,
By a set of philanges,
Those not of an animal,
But of human species."
"Those humans," the snake hissed
"Such destructive beings!
Ten fold I've almost been death kissed,
By their cursed caravians."

So they both made a pact,
Yes a snake and cripled spider,
To pay the humans back,
With venomous disire.

Outdoor Life

To those who live in the jungle of concrete,
I'll show you a place more quiet, more discrete.
Nature is its name and it's not very far,
Its beauty astounding, its grace above par.

Let's start with the forrest a mystereous place,
Filled with wonder to discover at your pace.
Abundant in life, though most may be stagnant,
Trees are alive, too, don't take forrests for granted.

Next are the glorious bodies of water,
In different sizes, shapes, and yes, even color.
Some big, some small, some green, warm and roundish,
Some sparkle, some are dull, some are long, cold and brownish.
Though some may be similar or not at all the same,
Each body is teaming with life and are in the least plain.

Last but not least are the calm, soothing plains,
See space at night, in the mornings, cut grains.
Or just relax, calmly with not a care in sight,
Though, wishint you don't have to leave you might.

Four Years Ago

Four years ago I was only thirteen,
Not knowing more than what I've seen,
Barely starting to come into being,
At least to comprehension, such a tricky thing.

With my regression in retrograde,
I still had peach fuzz, no need to shave.
But now I've matured, sort of like wine,
To benifit myself and others likewise.

Monkey? For a Pet? I Dunnoooo

After seeing a couple of news articles where tourists at certain zoos were attacked and left scarred by monkies, I don't think a monkey would make a great pet.  Not only do they have the ability to snap, they are also very intellegent creatures that I don't think can be tamed as well as they need to be.

The Youngest Person I Know? ... Hmmm

Again, I'm not entirely sure, but a safe guess on whom the youngest person I know would have to be my mother's cousin's son, Damien.  He's, maybe, three years old, and in true toddler fashion, he has more energy than it takes to send a shuttle past the hemisphere!  Now if only we could bottle up that energy we'd make a fortune!

The Oldest Person I Know?... Hmmm

If I had to guess, I would say my great grandmother (on my mother's side) would be the oldest person I know.  Her nickname is Gran Gran and she's been around for a while (I don't exactly know for how long) but she's also holding on tight and I love her dearly.

My Dream Professional Wallpaper!

If I could paint anything on the walls of my bedroom, the door would have excellent graffiti, the celing would resemble the day sky, and the side walls would be the image of either mountains and an ocean, or a pleathera of buildings and skyscrapers.