Transcendental Sonnet #1097:
Election Night Blues

for Silke

Reluctantly born expected to do
Something important "we're counting on you"
They all said they're all dead and I'm alone
Here in the downfall of my upbringing
Among dry ruins of their legacy

A family is a dangerous thing

Out of this stinging tragicomedy
My love for one so far away so frail
Is the only meaning I've ever known
We've got to make it now we dare not fail
She's the only one who believes in me

Way too much TV news and it's all bad
I'm feeling disenfranchised feeling had

My life's a jail but Silke is the key



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

Dearest steven

Nothing in nor death shall seperate your purest keys: That's my 666999 promise!
Soul is my matter and love by thy focus.....it is those whom don't that will never be of my union!

Fear nothing as this planet looks after her own....If I said US is about to shaken to ground, would you believe me?

Love Jasper

PS: you should, as this is not an as if but my fact....just watch as blood halt bloods and all oils others step in!

Be happy, and smile, you and your's are always safe as all tides turn!

Ok Steven. Cheer up. You've got Bush and I suppose that's reason enough to feel blue, but just think. The good news is that you aint got Kerry. You see, there's always a bright side to life. I mean. Come on!!! Kerry? You Democrats can do better than that surely. And what about his sidekick, whatshisname. I saw the guy on TV last night proclaiming victory with a grin as false as a transvestites boobies. You couldn't trust a guy with a smile like that. Look at our own Mr Blah if you don't believe me.

Soldier on old thing. Keep writing them sonnets, and loving your Silke. Let the rest of the world take care of itself. And always look on the bright side of life.