h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Having found a quiet spot to park my self in front of you, I stop to stare at sights unseen before my eyes but, capsizing with surprise as all the lies are told or sold to Aprils' fools who search for gold, see nothing but the wind rushing past with Winter's final blast. I look for Spring by the side of the road but find only last year's leaves left behind specifically for fools to find. I see nothing. I see nothing but you. I know nothing but your touch. I want nothing but your words, your jokes, your smile, your time, your passion - my crime. Guilty as charged, but not as charged as the air between us, or the light you bring into this dark, dank skank of a life. My guide, my lift. My hourglass of endless sands running in both directions without direction, yet filling and killing time itself, before night falls and Summer calls time on itself. I'll bid you farewell for now. With furrowed brow I step off the platform and onto the tracks of my tears, masking the years of loud cheers, no fears and blind peers. Don't bat your eye or wonder why I loitered here and wandered by...just sigh.

Wont wonder why you loitered here but am thank full that you did not toilet here
No fear that I’d bat my eyes you flatter me with your descriptive verse all unrehearsed
And off the cuff ,yet not rough and ready ,seems so steady as you relate your state of mind
I find myself thinking ,of your eyes espying winters leaves strewn on the ground ,
Laying in the ditch ,but still enriching the earth in their rotting ,not forgotten brow furrowed,
On borrowed time I note ,since the sands of time sink not float ,tis not until we stir still waters
Those dripping tears , I fear will create ripples that go outwards while those drops drip down
To the bottom of the pool ,and the fool is fooled or pulled back from the track just in time
So I decline from sighing or crying but will be relying that you’ll pass this way again having
Seen the signal that’s not red but read ,and your thoughts have brought new meanings to my
Posts I try to stop , but what ,I’m stopping never mentioned no intention of circumvention

Once more the seasons pass so fast
as more than loaded dice are cast.
I've missed you more than words can say
but think of you each passing day.
I hope you are alive and well
still playing life without a tell.
For you, my friend, the stakes were raised
I gave you only highest praise.
You gave me hope and taught me good,
and led me from the neighbourhood
You flushed me through those dire straights,
and tripped me up to heaven's gates.
So mirror mirror on the wall
I'll always listen for your call.
You showed me life was still for living
and turned me into one forgiving.
So to apologise before your eyes
for all the disguised nasty lies,
and if I see you I shall behave
for I'm one life you helped to save.

You are my ace, my royal flush,
and now's the time for one to rush

Rush rash not before I say hi or goodbye
or maybe make ypuu blush or cry and sigh
like the cheeky jack the lad I am I'll comply
tease those lurkers with another form of lie

What I mean or just exactly saying is
Here's something to do next to loved one laying.


Thin blue line from heart breaks imprint
Nugatory this, but a romantic hint
With gentle passion
I wash away your lifes woes
with gentle kisses on your toes,

my lips will stray as like calfs,
acrossed your sole,and up your calves,
with fashion passion
there is a distinct possibillity,
I'll linger for awhile at back of knee.

Not to long as want to suprise,
Begin flicking toungue up those thighs,
with passinate passion
my teeth carress those succulent firm hips
Nibbles dribble, dropped from moist lips

I'll dance with you for one last time
because I find your love sublime.
We'll swing and twirl without a care
until we skin our mittens bare.
And when the summer sun has gone
we'll find a star to swing upon.
Into infinity we'll fly
above the murky leadened sky.

Making love to planets new,
inside our secret rendezvous,
we'll start a riot wonderland
and call it simply motherland.
And on this barren empty space
we'll live a life of pure disgrace,
The fun we'll have will soon surpass
those joys of eating broken glass.

But if this doesn't excite you
I don't know what I'm going to do,
for dancing solo isn't fun
when swinging on a star for one.

Aha scarlet these mittens skins laid bare,
from break dance or prance a Scotish reel,
either with you would be so surreal i feel,
for who would wear the flambouyent dress,
And velvet DJ or top hat and tails,

Would you feel slightly hurt,
If I never let you, wear your skirt
then to add another insult you burke
wont allow you to, prod me with your dirk.

Can it be that its come to this,
rendevous in strange dark places,
internet cafes, or in public librarys
where if you sudden cry with glee,

All and sundrey stare at thee,
so till the next time I'll wave goodbye,
Excuse me if i rush away,
so choked up with tears dont know what to say.

Obviously another example of my technical incompetence. Oh how I wish I could remember what I'd written before it all disappeared into infinity and beyond. But, and it's a big but, although not as big as that other butt - not yours. Big sigh! I'm away in a wee huff. Goddamn machines!

your in a wee huff, brain thoought to much, so much stuff
fingers tapped knees startind knocking, thinking cap on
still no joy, no divine inspiration, cant recall godamm-nation,
the worlds full of fools,but not one i can ask, i start to drool.

Wednesday night big big fright laptop said missing operated system.
seems your public library,wont let me see what you told me, next time for feeling subline, hit back button once or twice ,if its nice
you will see those little words you wrote to me, then only if I can see, windows xp, on my screen.

The library has barred me, just because i owe them too
but I can't find those bloomin' books, the one's who'er overdue
i think i may have left them in the house before i moved
but i'll never pay old mrs barnes the fines that she's approved
you see my friend, it's all about a lack of economics
i've worked it out inside my head employing mathematics
if income doesn't meet the needs of my expenditure
i'll need to write a requiem and not an overture
our dancing isn't cancelled, it's postponed until it's time
as long as i don't ever have to pay a bloomin' dime
i'll be in touch as soon as i resolve this current crisis
so don't forget your friendly pimp who think he's dionysis.