This is about our life out here on this world wherein we are dancers who dance various steps to entertain the Creator and in return get judged for it….

Poem.

Please read and leave comments telling me what you think, and you can vote if you like. It would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

I wrote this when I was missing the theater, my friends and everything involved in it. It is open to interpretation. I hope it encourages readers to be true to themselves (alliteration) and inspire them to accomplish goals and dreams.

Flamenco, the dance of Life.

Death. The old walker, the creeping, the blight…thousands of names for the one undefeatable phenomenon. Death was infalliable…until two men who ran from their pasts clawed their way back out through his gates. But on this night, both Death and the pasts of the two will seek to drag them into the mud once more, silence them forever. But they will not go quietly into that dark night… It just isn’t their style.

It is a short and philosophical poem describing about our life.

This is what usually comes just before a hangover.

And you are the cancer.

A Clerihew (or clerihew) is a very specific kind of short humorous verse, typically with the following properties: It is biographical and usually whimsical, showing the subject from an unusual point of view; but it is hardly ever satirical, abusive or obscene; It has four lines of irregular length (for comic effect); The first line consists solely (or almost solely) of a well-known person’s name.