Thanksgiving Days

Thanksgiving is a day
For turkey, and football
Pies and the Macy's parade.

But it is also a chance
for poor tired students
to go home
and sleep.

I fly three hours
And then another four
to be home in my bed.

I fly not only for pie,
But also for snow, and home.
For friends
For family.

And so, I go
With my suitcase and backpack
And no work, for a time.

I go home.

Conformity

Conformity.
It keeps us running.
Stop to catch a breath, then we keep running.
Never going to stop going in circles.
We like to hide by the game of camouflage because we know
we can win.
So keep your head down
and keep your pace up
and you’ll be okay.

Safety is conformity.

Oh, boring!
It’s all the same!
Stop ignoring yourself.
They are not your definition,
so wake up from your sad condition,
losing yourself
to everyone else.
Who are you?
Yeah, you?
Yeah, you?
Yeah,
you?

Strike off on a trail on your own!
It’s not safe, and you might feel alone.
But you’re not! No, you’re not.
No, you’re not alone.
And you are free,
free to be,
free to see,
so look around
and listen to the sound
of peace.

Is Anybody Out There?

Please excuse our many
Absences, for it's that we
Have not enough time.

We all have, you see
much academically, and
Cannot be here now.

In short (and simple)
We do not have enough time
To update our blog.

Sorry.