the myth

Heavily she questions thought

and time itself surrenders

The conscience of surreal mind

arising on her benders

Mysterious in self belief

they dart and eye their prey

And flashing darkness is relief

for words cannot convey

Elusive one, for she is not

the icon of our danger

Though eyes are wide and stumbling now

sweet focus on the stranger

Aloof in mind and body she floats

The search of it in vain

Ideals remaining far beyond

they're hampered by the rain

So habit brings and habit forms

The cycle is beseeching

Perpetuating myth and lore

as darkness is her teaching

Initiation

My good fellows,

Here be my initial post, a distraction from what's due

I pay now for incompetence; my notes are all askew

Hampering attempts to write a comprehensive string

The time it takes to sift and sort and slice a dithering thing

Undignified it teeters in the balance of there and here

Its quality is questionable, and inspires dreaded fear

My essay screams undignified, ill-mannered in its verse

So fire up the ovens, it arrives quite soon in a hearse

Oh what a lovely camera, a necessary buy-

Crap, lose focus once again, tomorrow you will cry

I cannot help but look around my cluttered little cove

Wishing I was back in Scotland, hidden in a grove

Alas the written word wins out, above Achilles' heel

Demanding my whole evening without attracting zeal

Illusions on a dotted screen escaping wrath of the mind

Stupidity in simplest form; you and I, the procrastinating kind.