BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Oh, Spock, self-torturer!
You live within your mind of stone.
So rigid you are, cold and aloof;
You desire only to be left alone.
Feelings, barren to you as Vulcan,
That arid distant star;
You dissect and dispose of those like me
Who worship you from afar.
Yet constantly you struggle
Within that hybrid mind
Which strives for perfect logic,
To suppress emotions it may find.
Your analytical mind is your pride
But is is also your one shame;
For underneath the feelings creep
That even you can't tame.
Oh, great and mighty Vulcan,
Poor human suppressed within;
Scorned by both your races,
You do have one constant friend.
It hurts to see a man such as you
Refuse to accept a friend's touch.
But I do accept what you must be;
So far away, you given me so much.
What is a stone, but dirt?
ReplyDeleteGee Carole,
You've got me remembering nice and not so nice, stuff I used to like to write and draw.
It was worthless crap...and I had to destroy it.
Might have been nice, though, now to look at back at it and laugh.
Messed that comment up.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice not having to proofread anymore.
I think I still have most of the innocent stuff. Star Trek and Spock are the only two things that kept me from doing drugs as a teen. Seriously....they were my escape.
ReplyDeleteAnd I can hardly wait until May for the new Movie and I'll have my Kirk, Spock and McCoy back again.