When I'm pretty bored, this is what I do...

I sent to some of my friends a couple of hours after the countdown to 2010:

"Texteth me oh friend of mine.
I lie awake with none to spendeth my passions.
Alas! I call thee to respond
to a request of the humblest nature.
To partonize not nor to be obliged,
let me be subject to your tendrest words,
lightest humours, and wit beyond the irony of my plee.
I await expectin' love."

This is my reply to one of my friends who thought I was drunk:

"Now might be the possibility.
Straight from the lips,
I consumeth liquid intoxication.
Glad and warm I lie,
tongue and soul more loose than a child's
with new found word to its disposal.
Judgement my dearest?"

And hence she replies with parallel form:

"who am I to judge?
Poison is sweet.
Be it so if it bring thy gayness.
What has been the poison of thy choice?"

Apparently I fell asleep and lost poetry...

But now that I lie awake I dreamt of saying...

"Ah! Wine! Thy mirth enlivens my spirit.
From vineyards of rich dirt,
emergest bosoms numerous, full, and virgin.
I suckle at thou nips of thousands of thine
which burst to reveal essence so sweet.
As thy smooth flow soothes my palette
and leaves my body warmly nested as a babe,
I am made vulnerable, but not innocent--
I continue to seek dote nourishment.
My lips redden full to its bloody brim
until my eyes and conscious 'ventually dims.
Alas! Nothing but glee sublime."

I haven't been pretty productive in lyric or in wit these past days, but I sense it getting back. I look forward to producing another wave of philosophy... for now, I hope my poetry contents you... :)

Happy 2010!