Of Furby

I absolutely adore Furbs!

Nothing beats him for pure happiness,
When you see him bouncing up and down,
Wagging his tail furiously,
With those bright lazy eyes of his,
Gazing longingly at his snack area above the shoe cupboard,
After a long day from work.

Of course he gets fat!
How can anyone not feed him when he looks at you like that!?

A Little Emptiness

Deep within,
In a slow torment,
A tempest rises,
Clouding what should have been clear.
A void that's faceless,
An emptiness that's relentless.
Insistence, resistance and persistence.
Oh! How I have pretended!
An empty shell is me.
Like clockwork!
I see the world,
But it does not see me back.
I feel the world,
But it does not feel me back.

I tasted blood,
My own.
I felt pain,
My heart.

Encased in the silence of a cold room,
The man is cold too.
The heart beats,
With cynicism and fear,
For it is lost and wandering.
Through the ages,
And woods of experience.
Somewhere, Somehow...
It has lost what it was searching for,
What propels it forward thus then,
Is merely the notion of fulfillment,
The ecstasy of finally knowing what to seek,
And the contentment of finding.
Crossroads abound,
By the wayside many have fallen.

In such troubled times,
There's no one to hear my calls.
Soldiering on,
The mist which veils,
The footpath which trips,
The light that flickers dimly,
It is but emptiness and solitude.

The aftermath of a party often leaves one with such feelings.