History of MarcZirin.com
MarcZirin.com wasn’t always this large and pack full of rich content. It started off as a one page website with nothing of interest to anyone but me. As I understood the use for websites, I started writing content that would appeal to a large audience while still being interesting to me. This website has grown quite a bit and gone through many changes. Each time it morphs into something bigger and better, the obsolete version will go to rest here on this page.
View snapshots of the different versions of MarcZirin.com
12/13/2012 – Obsolete
2/9/2012 – Obsolete
2011 – Obsolete
4/10/2010 – Obsolete
In Case of Emergency, Use Black Hole
— a Mass-less thing
It travels at the speed of itself, light
zips around the Earth 6 times in less than 1 second.
a man gets into a car and the bomb goes off
Before he even had time to finish 1 blink,
blast ripped out each cell as the particles collided.
Maybe he shouldn’t have
Drank; Maybe he shouldn’t have
Lied; Maybe he shouldn’t have
Slept with the Don’s Daughter.
Maybe he shouldn’t have left
The Photo on
Fall, the changing of leaves;
To Red, from green in this chillin’ Season.
October breeze, creeps and sneaks;
as it Trickles between, each Tree’s leaves.
That Orange, Yellow, and Red sight,
SCREAM! Halloween, Pumpkins, and Harvest Delight.
With some occasional rain, to moisten all around;
Body, Mind, Air, and Ground.
A Perfect time for a ride through the woods;
To Relax, Explore, and Feel Good.
As you lose yourself to the
Sights, Sounds, and Smells;
And ascend from your body,
into a meditation spell.
Grey dreary light eventually fades into Night,
For a warm blanket by the fire and a fat mug of hot chocolate.
Oh Autumn, I shed you a small tear,
because it only happens once a year.
I’m tired of being ignored, like I’m some sort of ghost;
Walking right through me instead around, it’s getting old.
Life’s not fair, like a claw game machine;
But I live my life out, quiet and unseen.
I slip deeper and deeper into the abyss
Pressure increasing, til I implode, then I’m gone, that’s it.
Few will ever notice
Like a tree falling in the woods;
I love to learn, as my brain is a sponge
But the more I learn, the more I feel alone.
Am I losing my grip on reality?
Or is more of the puzzle taking shape?
It all fits together piece by piece
And all makes sense, though I feel uneasy.
For the more that’s pieced together, the more I fall apart.
I love knowledge, its what I crave;
I just feel it’ll send me to an early grave.
I am the cracking of the thunder reaching through the sky
The tart cranberry jam on your toasted piece of bread
And the hot chili pepper burning through your sinuses
Feeling like a fiery spiky spear
Held by the goblin defending the tower