The Less then one week return!

Hey'O! I'm back for the second time in one week! And what a week it has been! Prince William is now married, not that any really cares! So some guy called William married his true love called Kate. In any ordinary the marraige would just be a minor footnote in some marraige listing in the local newspaper, but OH No you get the royal family and suddenly the brittish empire, I mean common wealth must have a day off and the whole world focused on one wedding. Before I spend your entire free time reading my moanings I going to put up the poems I did in todays for writing. The first was an activity for a self glorfing poem, the second a moment of slow motion and the third a moment in rush

Glory:
I, Myself, Prince of Predicons
Lord of the shadowborn, Bane of Sanity,
I the poet of all my dream's broken mirror,
voice of wisdom, advocate of the forgotten genius,
Hail the Sun of Deaths Secret,
a devoirer of knowledge,
Duke of Maddness and Sanity,
May God show him even greater lines,
as I sit alone,
on a throne of Frozen Tears,
In the Garden of Blackroses and unfurfilled dreams.

The Fall:
Fist,
gliding through the air,
like a dandilion seed,

The fist, it giters
with gold and silver,
almost at it's victim,

suddenly it is flung
up, a shockwave
of pain

the man falls,
his rings
break, Jewels shatter

but the knee
has broken
more important
thing, things most necessary,
his hip bone.

The Knights:
The rushed and boomed and crashed,
the dust is a marker of out fury,
my, no, our, no, mine alone, my anger,  my wraith,
I must find his heart, soon or I'll miss,
his lance is also raised and aimed,
we gallop and brush aside the fools,
the fools who run and scurry and wnder,
and just in the as we collide,
steel and steel smash and then splinter,
the blood spurts everywhere,
I turn and stop,
his heart is on my lance,
but my horse is scarred and dead,
a lance lays buried in his head,
I jump onto the dust before her crashes down,
and I charge to my enemy with my sword in hand
And as I dash to him,
he takes his blade, and then his life.


I will start ranting again, and it's about purly personal affairs now, my dad made me help him drag a recently bought dingy. It was problems after problem, had to get new tape to hold it in place, then find the number plate and screw it in, then figure out how to link the electronics, which didn't work and then the links between the car and trailer was fiddly and then the dingy rattled when we where driving so we ended up having to put even  more tape on the boat, aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

         The Furious Swearsy McSwearsalot,
                                                               Myself