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

Upon a dark, beshingled strand,
Where sea and sky meet with the land,
I stride across the moonlit sand,
And ponder upon the mystery.

All thoughts of sleep have long since fled,
As on the jewelled beach I tread,
The spirits roil about my head,
In endless, bright cacophony.

And as the waves lap round my feet,
The mistress-moon I do entreat,
My lady would you be so sweet,
To answer just one thing for me?

From what deep and benighted place,
Comes the curse of my mighty race,
A curse that I must daily face,
This hard, irrational fury?

The anger at all those who’d try,
To stick their snouts out of the sty,
Those who’d dare to wonder why,
Is there more that I could be?

Whether we’re Christian, Hindu or Jew,
Moslem, Buddhist and Pagan too,
We are treated as a dangerous few,
A dark and shadowed enemy.

Our craziness is plain to see,
As purveyors of sham and trickery,
Our faith ridiculed upon TV,
No depth to our spirituality.

Yet we do not fight against this lie,
We let it continue by and by,
As we drag each other down to die,
In self-defeating bigotry.

Is the time now not truly right,
For us to step out into the light,
Arm in arm in the spirit’s sight,
And declare an end to enmity.?

For the Moslem to embrace the Jew,
And Pagans embrace the Christians too,
Let our love be sure and true,
And set our hatreds free.

Then we may greet a golden age,
Where we’re released from the cage,
Of our own stupidity and rage,
To become all that we can be.

Blessings,
Matholwch the Apostate /|\.

Hmm, you been practicing this quatrain stuff for awhile.
I've never been very good at it.

And I've not been very good at much else.

Blessings,
Matholwch the Apostate /|\.

I sat down and wrote a 'Page-a-day' calender that the publisher I sent it to rejected. It was called "365 songs you hope you never have to hear".

I wrote 365 simnply awful titles and then forced myself to write simply awful lyrics for them.
I thought it was funny...

The only significant result was that I soon realized that if I could do 365 pages of that, then it was a short trip to 365 pages of a novel.

The stupid novel is beyond 365 pages now and it is about to undergo it's third revision.