This is what I wrote, or rather, orally composed for class. My essay, when it is completed, will explain in full detail the relevance of this piece. Oh yeah, I am adding the songs that I drew inspiration from for this in the spots were I sung. The songs are italicized, and there will be youtube links.

Poem for class:
Erato:

What shall become of time lapping back forth—
counting damp minutes?

We are certainly not who we were
When we left cracking snow this morning,
And we are never who we are
when we arrived at crimson dusk;
What will we remember at the beggening, middle, and ending
if anything at all…
Will we encase an everlasting picture of this class
in some mystic never complete theater…

Or remember a song sung
In memory of song sung
Along the Nile
Through the coasts, and up Mark Twain’s Missipi…

Were my soul still swoons in green patterns, and falling raindrops,
were my father hitched the highway
with a promosing young thumb
headed west for the first time
eyes on that foliage littered road, misted over perfectly
Like the twang of a rabid Banjo.

Will I, or you, or anyone, arrive, or depart,
Ever in this world?
And Perhaps, there is a place,
Where time is cornerd
And forever still.
A place were physics never applied.

That place where I used to sit with my grandfather
And that damned, rusted radio, blurting folky verse,
In his fairytale parlour of war medals, and cracked picture frames…

With a quick smile in my direction, and a turn of a silver knob—we listned…

Verse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfXZ9J0VrJc
And one of these days—
Check Mark parker
Deep Sea Fishing Jeff, and Big Rich Are gonna come for you…
Ooooh ooooh

Walk a new road Crazy Coffe Carly…
Ooohh oooh
Your teaspoons, and caffeine pedelling created
Carasmatic Kari
Oooh oooh

And What will you remember
Kyle of the skinny jeans…
Ooooh oooh
Will it be these tight, uncomfortable years
Or Will it be Chris of the laughing Rats.
Oooh oooh

Red Damiselle Daniell
Will you remember…
Snake Haired Kayla Sneaking through the tall grass,
Oooh oooh
Or James the Rat contended with a bit of cheese.
Oooo ooh h oo

Click:
With a smile, and that familiar old purple veined hand, he would turn the knob again…
{The harder they come:}
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGE4dnrPPZQ&feature=relatedKelsey of the Free rent,
Enjoying the view of the sky
Yes Keen kening Ben will be right with her before he( flies)

For as sure as time contends
Sweet smiling Melissa
Will have her ends

And the harder Sutter sacker of cities
Sacks cities
the softer they glow
One and
Three…
Two Tounge Charlie

Well Willy Quiet Willy trying keep
Robert of the Worded limbs down
Yes Tautological Tai is redundant like a clown
And Lisa of the little legs thinks she has the battle one
I say forgive them Chris the Scribe they know not what they have done

Click:
He switched the station after he had enough—
His withered fingers told stories that were content with his age,
And his eyes were quite with the years…

Toots:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S78VlyZYpfcAlmost Nirvana, Hyalite Canyon
Za Zen Zack
Steven of the rivers.
All my classmates there
Bright Eyes Kevin
Fishing in the river
With Wise Wandering Shannon

Chorus:
Summer Breeze Kaylaaaaaa
Take us home
To that place where we belong
Hyalite Canyon My olll mamma
Take us home
Summer Breeze Kayla

We heard
Parker of the outback
in the morning cryin
Jared
of the open planes we need to leave these places
Yes we did

Kate of the beautiful eyes
Tell Helana of the 10,000 lakes
Of this wonderful ridge
and steven’s flowing river…

Click: and then, there was a fading crackling sound that subdued into an absence. I am sorry. I really do forget his hands, and all their kindness. But there is always a rebirth, and an arrival back along the shore…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFGgbT_VasI
Old Zack of the saving Bells
yes the rob we
Minutes after they took Joan Gossimer von goss
From the bottomless pit

And don’t worry Emo Erin,
Lisa the Luddite or Bearded Brandon…
All we have are these songs of freedom
Wont you help me sing…
.
Arriving we will never ask
where the begening will be—
nor the ending?
Certainly not in this class today, or the infinity of tomorrow,
But in a dream differend crunched in a butter
Crackling under this flame of phrase.
And Are you there
…. I am john of the stripid hat…
And song is
When we are together
In fleeting moments wiped clean
From unimagined books
In the last harmony of redemption
under the flouresent glow
of room 125.

Will you be there
Even after the last kick of dust on a brown, hot coral—
Were Jana the Tamar of horses will set us free
While Shaman Sexson sings
Mememorme…o please remember me.