My thoughts muddle together once more
And I can’t say I mind
Sitting with my grandchildren upon the shore
My thoughts muddle together once more
Another helper is at my door
“Oh, dears, you’re all too kind!”
My thoughts muddle together once more And I can’t say I mind
Ballad Thing [Kinda/Sorta/Somewhat/Not Really to tune of Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton; This is the moon talding to the sun]
The Man of the Moon/ Ecliptic Demise
I find myself stuck in the rays
And I, I have not a choice
But I’ve dealt millennia far
And now I’m finding my voice
Stuck in orbit you set for me
Trying to stir up dissent
And though my efforts were doubled
Orbit was nowhere near bent
Struck by mad, brilliant ideas
Though one after one they fail
I asked for help from my loyal tides
“Go quick and cover your trail
The coasts bubbled and shimmered and
Then, suddenly they vanished
That Sun had caught on to my plan
Now he claims I am banished
I guess I never realized that
The Sun has resources too
And now the humans believe I’m
Behind their sickness; I’m through-
Those morons, try and remove me
They realized I can’t fight
But my weapon’s far better
For I can hide and take flight
How do they think this will turn out?
They can’t have an inkling
The balance! What’s the Sun thinking?!
. . . What was I thinking?
Four hundred eighty seconds pass
And I sigh, ready to face
What’s coming to me; I’m sorry
But all that’s there’s empty space
I wish I never go so mad
I really had no reason
Even the humans understand
Why it’s great to have the Sun
Now all the stars want to get us
Because their brother is dead
The blame lies partly in himself
But mostly in the fight I lead
Random Poems to fill up space!!!
1
A smile; you promise
Lonely sigh, more emty words
Fingers crossed again
I shake my head, sick of lies
You can't seem to uderstand
2 I'm running for the light
But happily trapped within the dark
It's almost in my sight
I'm running for the light
While wishing I would'nt with all my might
They force me to want to make my mark
I'm running for the light
But happily trapped within the dark
3 To Whom It May Concern:
You parked your car outside my home
And it refuses to stop screaming
The garbage disposal you just replaced
Is continually scheming
Your washing machine has stolen my socks
And absconded with all the alarm clocks
And now I cannot unlock the padlocks
To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern:
Your paint has yet to wash out of the sky
And now I must watch a lime green sunrise
Your pool decidedly skipped over the fence
And now the bathtub is in disguise
The television has turned off
At remotes I now scoff
Though it usually turns into a cough
To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern:
Your craziness has infected me
Now I can’t even make my tea
Without the pot jumping out of its spot
And whistling out of key
And if you are not whom it may concern
Then about my life you did learn
Next week I’ll tell more – please return! To Whom It May Concern
Scene 5: The Deus Ex Machina ·(VAMPIRA, MINNIE and ELAINE are inside of VAMPIRA’s flying craft. ELAINE is stuck in shocked horror as VAMPIRA’s finger hovers over the button. They stand like this for several moments, VAMPIRA smirking at ELAINE, ELAINE staring at the finger, MINNIE, in the middle, glancing back and forth between the two. They do this for a moment. Then another moment. Suddenly, a flying object (small, like a pencil or something) hits VAMPIRA and shocks all three. All three turn to see where it came from… The audience) ·Audience: Get moving already! ·(The three blink at each other, and then at the audience. They suddenly remember what they were doing.) ·Elaine: Vampira, don’t do it! Think of all the poor. New Jerseites. New Jersey’s. Jersey Girls. New Jersey People. Wait a second… there is a word for them… ·Vampira: New Jerseyans? ·Elaine: That’s it! New Jerseyans. Vampira, think of all the New Jerseyans you’ll dislocate! Is your tan really more important than all of them? ·Vampira: Uh, yes? That’s why we’re doing this. ·Minnie: Duh. ·Elaine:(aghast) But- but- but that was supposed to make you turn good! Get rid of your evil ways, turn you a new leaf. The book said it would work. (ELAINE pulls a book out of nowhere. Its title reads: The Idiot’s Guide to Turning Villains Good. VAMPIRA and MINNIE stare.) See? It’s right here, on page fifty-se- ·Vampira:(annoyed) Okay, forget your book! ·Elaine: But – ·Vampira: NO! ·Minnie:(to Elaine) Ooo… ·(VAMPIRA, who has since moved her hand, places it once more over the button, but not quite as dramatically as before. Moments (or seconds, or whatever) before VAMPIRA presses the button, a red bus comes from stage left and heads for VAMPIRA. Everyone begins to move/talk in cheesy ‘slow motion’) ·Minnie: Watch out! ·(MINNIE jumps and pushes VAMPIRA out of the bus’s path. She gets hit by the bus, and then suddenly everyone goes back to normal speed.) ·Elaine:(staring at where bus exited) What in the world was that bus doing up here? We’re on a spacecraft, aren’t we? (turns to look at VAMPIRA for conformation, but notices MINNIE.) Oh, no. That’s not supposed to happen – this play is rated G! (The managers aren’t going to be too happy with us…) ·Vampira: Who cares? She was just a minion. It’s not like she was or intelligent or important to the plot. (walks over to destroy-New-Jersey-button-thing, pushing MINNIE out of her way with her foot.) ·Elaine: You shouldn’t say stuff like that – bad stuff will happen. ·Vampira:(annoyed) That’s enough of your improvisation; can we get on with the plot? ·(VAMPIRA is about to slap her hand down on the button for the third time, but suddenly a blue bus comes from stage right and runs over VAMPIRA.) ·Elaine: ANOTHER bus? Where are they coming from? ·(MENTOR phases on stage) ·Mentor: Excellent job. ·Elaine: But I didn’t do anything. ·Mentor: I was speaking to the busses. The red and blue busses of Bartholomew – what an honor it is to see them again. ·Elaine: You’ve met them before? They’re alive? ·Mentor: Well of course they’re alive. But we’ll save their story for the last part of the trilogy. ·(VAMPIRA, ELAINE, and MINNIE twitch in horror, even though two are dead.) ·Elaine: But I thought it was my destiny to keep her from flooding the world? Aren’t I the young warrior? And when did you get here? ·Mentor: I’ve been here the entire time. And I said it was prophesized, not destined. ·Elaine: There’s a difference? ·Mentor: Of course. Prophecies are unreliable, just as this one was. ·Elaine: You’re… kidding, right? (Eye twitch) But you said – you said that – I trained my butt off! I burned your junk mail, I blew the highway litter to Timbuktu, I mopped the grocery store floors without a mop – twice! And now I don’t even have someone to fight? What was the point? ·Mentor: I don’t know. I didn’t make you do it. ·(ELAINE opens her mouth to say something, but instead shuts it and storms off stage, muttering incoherently) ·Mentor:(Shaking his head) Teenaged warriors. Always so unintelligible. (Turns to audience and bows. VAMPIRA stands up) The play isn’t over yet. ·Vampira: Well what else do we have to do? ·Mentor: I have to announce the play is over. ·(VAMPIRA lays back down. MENTOR bows once more) ·Mentor: Annnd… The End!
"The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau
Haha, you can't read me!!! (well, you couldn't when it was in symbol font...)
My Calligram:
My thoughts muddle together once more
And I can’t say I mind
Sitting with my grandchildren upon the shore
My thoughts muddle together once more
Another helper is at my door
“Oh, dears, you’re all too kind!”
My thoughts muddle together once more
And I can’t say I mind
Ballad Thing
[Kinda/Sorta/Somewhat/Not Really to tune of Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton; This is the moon talding to the sun]
The Man of the Moon/ Ecliptic Demise
I find myself stuck in the rays
And I, I have not a choice
But I’ve dealt millennia far
And now I’m finding my voice
Stuck in orbit you set for me
Trying to stir up dissent
And though my efforts were doubled
Orbit was nowhere near bent
Struck by mad, brilliant ideas
Though one after one they fail
I asked for help from my loyal tides
“Go quick and cover your trail
The coasts bubbled and shimmered and
Then, suddenly they vanished
That Sun had caught on to my plan
Now he claims I am banished
I guess I never realized that
The Sun has resources too
And now the humans believe I’m
Behind their sickness; I’m through-
Those morons, try and remove me
They realized I can’t fight
But my weapon’s far better
For I can hide and take flight
How do they think this will turn out?
They can’t have an inkling
The balance! What’s the Sun thinking?!
. . . What was I thinking?
Four hundred eighty seconds pass
And I sigh, ready to face
What’s coming to me; I’m sorry
But all that’s there’s empty space
I wish I never go so mad
I really had no reason
Even the humans understand
Why it’s great to have the Sun
Now all the stars want to get us
Because their brother is dead
The blame lies partly in himself
But mostly in the fight I lead
Random Poems to fill up space!!!
1
A smile; you promise
Lonely sigh, more emty words
Fingers crossed again
I shake my head, sick of lies
You can't seem to uderstand
2
I'm running for the light
But happily trapped within the dark
It's almost in my sight
I'm running for the light
While wishing I would'nt with all my might
They force me to want to make my mark
I'm running for the light
But happily trapped within the dark
3
To Whom It May Concern:
You parked your car outside my home
And it refuses to stop screaming
The garbage disposal you just replaced
Is continually scheming
Your washing machine has stolen my socks
And absconded with all the alarm clocks
And now I cannot unlock the padlocks
To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern:
Your paint has yet to wash out of the sky
And now I must watch a lime green sunrise
Your pool decidedly skipped over the fence
And now the bathtub is in disguise
The television has turned off
At remotes I now scoff
Though it usually turns into a cough
To Whom It May Concern
To Whom It May Concern:
Your craziness has infected me
Now I can’t even make my tea
Without the pot jumping out of its spot
And whistling out of key
And if you are not whom it may concern
Then about my life you did learn
Next week I’ll tell more – please return!
To Whom It May Concern
Scene 5: The Deus Ex Machina
· (VAMPIRA, MINNIE and ELAINE are inside of VAMPIRA’s flying craft. ELAINE is stuck in shocked horror as VAMPIRA’s finger hovers over the button. They stand like this for several moments, VAMPIRA smirking at ELAINE, ELAINE staring at the finger, MINNIE, in the middle, glancing back and forth between the two. They do this for a moment. Then another moment. Suddenly, a flying object (small, like a pencil or something) hits VAMPIRA and shocks all three. All three turn to see where it came from… The audience)
· Audience: Get moving already!
· (The three blink at each other, and then at the audience. They suddenly remember what they were doing.)
· Elaine: Vampira, don’t do it! Think of all the poor. New Jerseites. New Jersey’s. Jersey Girls. New Jersey People. Wait a second… there is a word for them…
· Vampira: New Jerseyans?
· Elaine: That’s it! New Jerseyans. Vampira, think of all the New Jerseyans you’ll dislocate! Is your tan really more important than all of them?
· Vampira: Uh, yes? That’s why we’re doing this.
· Minnie: Duh.
· Elaine: (aghast) But- but- but that was supposed to make you turn good! Get rid of your evil ways, turn you a new leaf. The book said it would work. (ELAINE pulls a book out of nowhere. Its title reads: The Idiot’s Guide to Turning Villains Good. VAMPIRA and MINNIE stare.) See? It’s right here, on page fifty-se-
· Vampira: (annoyed) Okay, forget your book!
· Elaine: But –
· Vampira: NO!
· Minnie: (to Elaine) Ooo…
· (VAMPIRA, who has since moved her hand, places it once more over the button, but not quite as dramatically as before. Moments (or seconds, or whatever) before VAMPIRA presses the button, a red bus comes from stage left and heads for VAMPIRA. Everyone begins to move/talk in cheesy ‘slow motion’)
· Minnie: Watch out!
· (MINNIE jumps and pushes VAMPIRA out of the bus’s path. She gets hit by the bus, and then suddenly everyone goes back to normal speed.)
· Elaine: (staring at where bus exited) What in the world was that bus doing up here? We’re on a spacecraft, aren’t we? (turns to look at VAMPIRA for conformation, but notices MINNIE.) Oh, no. That’s not supposed to happen – this play is rated G! (The managers aren’t going to be too happy with us…)
· Vampira: Who cares? She was just a minion. It’s not like she was or intelligent or important to the plot. (walks over to destroy-New-Jersey-button-thing, pushing MINNIE out of her way with her foot.)
· Elaine: You shouldn’t say stuff like that – bad stuff will happen.
· Vampira: (annoyed) That’s enough of your improvisation; can we get on with the plot?
· (VAMPIRA is about to slap her hand down on the button for the third time, but suddenly a blue bus comes from stage right and runs over VAMPIRA.)
· Elaine: ANOTHER bus? Where are they coming from?
· (MENTOR phases on stage)
· Mentor: Excellent job.
· Elaine: But I didn’t do anything.
· Mentor: I was speaking to the busses. The red and blue busses of Bartholomew – what an honor it is to see them again.
· Elaine: You’ve met them before? They’re alive?
· Mentor: Well of course they’re alive. But we’ll save their story for the last part of the trilogy.
· (VAMPIRA, ELAINE, and MINNIE twitch in horror, even though two are dead.)
· Elaine: But I thought it was my destiny to keep her from flooding the world? Aren’t I the young warrior? And when did you get here?
· Mentor: I’ve been here the entire time. And I said it was prophesized, not destined.
· Elaine: There’s a difference?
· Mentor: Of course. Prophecies are unreliable, just as this one was.
· Elaine: You’re… kidding, right? (Eye twitch) But you said – you said that – I trained my butt off! I burned your junk mail, I blew the highway litter to Timbuktu, I mopped the grocery store floors without a mop – twice! And now I don’t even have someone to fight? What was the point?
· Mentor: I don’t know. I didn’t make you do it.
· (ELAINE opens her mouth to say something, but instead shuts it and storms off stage, muttering incoherently)
· Mentor: (Shaking his head) Teenaged warriors. Always so unintelligible. (Turns to audience and bows. VAMPIRA stands up) The play isn’t over yet.
· Vampira: Well what else do we have to do?
· Mentor: I have to announce the play is over.
· (VAMPIRA lays back down. MENTOR bows once more)
· Mentor: Annnd… The End!