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March 16th, 2004, 10:09 AM
here's my first one.
A whisper of death

Death came to me the night before

not having to wait

for now or more.

The birds whispered

the silence came.

Peace not be forgotten

by the truth of my words.

The peace came tonight

its whisper so sweet.

It's dream into love

of the peace of my heart.

What I not knew

to forever live.

Peace came tonight

and it whispered of death.

March 23rd, 2004, 5:55 AM
here's another

Place of my dreams

So wonderfull was this place
green and with mist.
A place so familliar
was allways this.

The medows so pure
and the air so fresh.
I never forgot all the tim spent there.
A world like no other within child forever.

The water of the lakes
on my face so cold.
Many friends met there, many friends loved there.
This was the place I could not forget.

Alive were the sounds
of the world so pure.
Nothing but fun was this
place of long ago.
Never forgotten always alive was the place of my dreams.

March 26th, 2004, 1:04 PM
and now another...


It came and it left

forever forgotten

Just a drop in the bucket.

I lived and I died

truth be told

it never came to hold.

What time could never tell,

what my eyes could never see

waiting and loning,

but never being able to hold.
This was allways in the end fortold.

This is what time could never tell.

This is what time could never see.
What time could never feel...

March 26th, 2004, 1:20 PM
great stuff i looove it{ufryufryufrt}

June 4th, 2004, 11:45 AM
Here are a few more

I'm covered with sin
It's my second skin
Redemption I cannot win
I've got a devil within
See it when I grin
Love is something thats been
Not something that will be
No not for me
Thats when the sin begins
Life goes from start to fin
I've got a devil within
It sure does like to grin
We all have a twin
Of evil we hold in
Prickin like a pin
No reason for life to be
Thats why the twin is me
Thats why I let the devil free
I sure do like to grin
With my blood soaked skin
Making life come to....

An Explanation for Mr. Chan

So you’ll fight us without a backward glance

Just assuming that our reverence

Is directed to the one who turned us into this,

That there’s nothing we’ve lost, and nothing we miss.

Well then, I guess I should start listing

All the ‘benefits’ that come with assisting

An old, insane, withered, bent shell

Of a man who’s thoughts constantly dwell

On the ridiculous concept of world domination

And pursuing this goal through our humiliation.

It’s taken us two arduous years to get to the point

Where we have finally become just barely adroit

Enough to even lay a finger on you

Let alone take you out, and what can we do?

Nothing, just continue to wearily fight

Aware of your stature, your goodness, your might.

Enough with point one, let’s move to point two-

How we spend our days as servants, and rue

The mornings when sunlight just barely is born

Before the chilly dawn air is violently torn

By his unbearable, high pitched, relentless shriek:

“Gun! Run! Chui! Get to the kitchen and heat

my tea! Fetch my books! What is this? Dust!

Make the bed! Sweep the floors! Lick them clean if you must!”

And so begins another fabulous day

Of bowing and scraping and hiding away

Watching him peruse those fragile old books

Knowing that with enough sneaky looks

We could find away to restore what we were.

That inside those pages might lay our cure.

But as you well know, we’re too cowardly

To take the chance of being caught, we

Have been tortured and beaten for much, much less.

You don’t believe me? Here, I’ll let you assess

The scars and the bruises, all of them new

Quite different from the ones caused by you.

These go deeper than each visible mark

Burning and stabbing till our vision goes dark.

And that brings me succinctly into point three

Did you know we can’t eat? Sleep? Dream?

The only rest our new bodies require

Are those few moments when we ‘expire’

Just to awaken in a nightmarish place.

Did you know where he keeps us? From the look on your face

I’d guess the answer is no. I’d suspected as much.

So let me attempt to begin to convey what such

a horrible place it is we’re banished to

though it’s going to hard to describe to you.

You know that feeling, right when you wake?

When your chest is constricted and the world feels fake?

When the digital clock blinks a blood red hour?

When the adrenaline blooms in your veins like a flower?

Take that terror, that heat, that predatory shade

Capture and bottle it, and you’ve just made

Our home. Our den. The place where we go

To relax and unwind from our stressful day. So.

Look at me now, and tell me truthfully

Do you really not feel a shred of empathy?

And God help me, yes, I seem really crazy

Having this chat with myself, but since there’s no one near me

I have to be content with my inner ranting.

It’s better than the silent, private lamenting

We do, when we lay prone in that malevolent prison

Praying and begging, beyond rhyme or reason.

And now I return to something I previously mentioned

The inability to dream caused by our ‘ascension’.

And one last question (I hope you can cope)

If we cannot dream, how can we hope?

Think of me II

In the adjoining life when
You look at the twilight
Welkin and see the celestial body
Think of me
When you feel the touch of nature
Or sail a famous sea
Think of me
When you smell a flower or
See a tower
Think of me
and when your happy to the highest
Degree make sure you
Think of me.

The Narrows
I despise the narrows.
Narrow space can produce nothing good.
Narrow people inspire envy and resentment.
Narrow minds yield only self-serving and unreasoned hate.
Narrow eyes hide the truth.
Narrow souls make bitter men.

Reflections From an Ailing Moon

On a day in winter
Most lethal of the tetrology,
I wasted the time burning cold
Convalescent upon a sickbed,
From mid Decembers morn to mid Decembers night
Lied I there endlessly more pallid,
Moaning from my swollen lips
My breath and soul growing ever more shallow.

In the depths of night
Before the dozen bells,
A caller came to the door
Pulling me through my ailing dream,
He stood cacophonously silent
What sense remained betrayed him cold as I,
Twas no witness of Jehovah
Nor a peddler of delights,
But a dark cloaked and gaunt formed man
With visage kept to shadow.

He thrust forth his hand
A sickly member wholly skeletal and frail,
As he moved his robe ripped from nights sky shifted
His tarnish scythe blade flickered like a sickly crescent moon,
The silken hood he wore shuffled without a sound
And he croaked to me that I should come,
I stiffened slowly in a minute that lasted a million years,
Took his hand and winced with sudden chill.

The street and houses were fully gone
Each fence and yapping hound burned away,
I stood instead on a dismal plain,
Sown with withered grass,
The dark-cloaked spectre beckoned me
Bid me take his well-worn path,
We walked upon a sullen road
Kept to a sluggish pace.

With but an hours passing stood we at the end
No longer on the blighted earth but within a pallid void,
Two stone faces adrift before us
Both the same in ends and means,
Each bore a face, baroquely carved from rock,
One a grinning devil and the other a frowning god,
In each face was uniformly set,
A gaping maw of endless black,

The gasping thing that brought me turned and harshly spoke
Said that I may enter either and that neither offered hoped,
In this I damnably gained mad assurance
Basking the colorless gloaming of my penultimate thought,
Closed my eyes and held my fruitless breath,
Paid no heed my straining form or spirit,
My arm stretched forward not shaking nor afraid
And lo’, I was gone.

The Party

Under the dark velvet sky of the night
Is when the wild creatures dance into sight
All having fun without a worry or care
None can resist, weather common or rare.

Under the stars the rabbits begin to swoon
And the wolf comes out to sing to the moon.
Bats fly all around in the great big sky
While lizards like to crawl and scamper by.

Ferrets and mice like to squeak and play
And the coyote comes out to yip and bay.
Monkeys swing from tree to tree
While horses run wild and free.

Cats of all sizes lay in complete bliss.
And up in the trees the snakes will hiss.
Rivers hold fish of every size and shape
While at honeycombs is where bears wait.

Sugar gliders sail like kites in a breeze
And raccoons like to hide in the leaves.
Turtles walk slowly without a sound
While a skunks smell is easily found.

The red fox comes out to join with her friends
And the owl swoops in before the fun ends.
Squirrels run back and forth hiding nuts and seeds
While the alligator tends to its own needs.

All through the night animals laugh and have fun
But they all go home before the light of the sun.
Even though the animals couldn't stay
They'll be back, cause tomorrow is another day.

The Forest
It gave me life,
It gave me love.
Long we lived here
but now is gone.
The days of summer
Filled with compassion
For something so out of fashion.
By my bare hands the thing of beauty once was.
By my bare hands the thing of beauty no longer was...

June 4th, 2004, 11:55 AM
Wow, you muzt really like writing *_* The firzt one remindz me alot of the Raven by Poe ^_^
Another themed writer I zee, they moztly zeem zo dark. But I like them, the're deep but don't require too much thinking to underztand ^_-

Keep it up blue ^__^