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Hidden sorrow, you cannot understand.
The pain you deny me, you hold your own like a banner.
Is my pain less because it is not yours?
Love me as I am or not at all.
Love of the lie is not desireable.
I will not lie again.
Fear? Fear is nothing new to me.
No holding back.
Pieces of myself fall around me.
But they are not me...only what I project:
Pieces of the lie.
Of wandering forever, and the earth...
Who owns the earth, that we should wander on it.
Who needs the earth that we were never still, upon it.
Whoever needs the earth shall have the earth.
He shall be upon it.
He shall rest within a little place.
He shall dwell in one small room...
Forever.
Thomas Wolfe
once upon a forum
a great campaign began
to create a whole new world
for all those reading fans
The campaign began
The mods were harassed
the brave members campaigned
until the new World was passed
So bookworld was created
and I'm posting here now
to all these great campaigners
the rest of us bow!
:lol:
By Stacy W Mouse
Here's a poem I wrote during the 80's, (obvious by the subject).
He stood before the waiting crowd,
His foolish laughs, his feeble grins,
His lines forgot. (But mom is proud).
The search for Reagan's brain begins.
"Lets test our missles. Shoot them now!
and then when Russia tries to phone,
we'll make them all come back, somehow".
The search for Reagan's brain goes on.
"I'll not raise taxes. No-siree.
To end the Federal Deficit
I'll send more money overseas".
A Reagan's brain we've not found yet.
Just when we thought there was no hope,
"Eureka!" cried a scientist.
"The one thing no-one thought to scope.
This Reagan's brain does not exist!"
If Reagan truly has no mind
the end must lie beyond the door.
So savour every drop of time.
We search for Reagan's brain no more.
Thats really good! Certainly impressed me :)Quote:
Originally posted by ne1GotZardoz@27 May 2003 - 00:11
Here's a poem I wrote during the 80's, (obvious by the subject).
He stood before the waiting crowd,
His foolish laughs, his feeble grins,
His lines forgot. (But mom is proud).
The search for Reagan's brain begins.
"Lets test our missles. Shoot them now!
and then when Russia tries to phone,
we'll make them all come back, somehow".
The search for Reagan's brain goes on.
"I'll not raise taxes. No-siree.
To end the Federal Deficit
I'll send more money overseas".
A Reagan's brain we've not found yet.
Just when we thought there was no hope,
"Eureka!" cried a scientist.
"The one thing no-one thought to scope.
This Reagan's brain does not exist!"
If Reagan truly has no mind
the end must lie beyond the door.
So savour every drop of time.
We search for Reagan's brain no more.
Careful...I may get full of myself and start thinking there's big money if I publish my poems!
Or maybe not.
Did someone say beer?
;)