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•••Weltschmerz••• User ID: 17027710 Germany 07/06/2012 06:58 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I've seen the truth, it's crystal clear we share one mind No need to fear. This mind is in us, everyone. Your Friend, your Foe, your Dad, your Son. The humans of all ages They never listened to the sages The creator is in everyone. The christ wasn't his only son. It's the shining in our eyes, The moaning when your loved one dies. The good and bad things happen only To help us realize, we aren't lonely. We are connected through the mind, It's the strenght of humankind. There comes the day when all will know. But until then: Enjoy the Show. -------------- Omg i didn't know i could do that. ^.^ totally freestyled that. Im all shaky now Last Edited by •••Weltschmerz••• on 07/06/2012 06:59 AM |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 7057750 United States 07/06/2012 07:01 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I've seen the truth, Quoting: •••Weltschmerz••• it's crystal clear we share one mind No need to fear. This mind is in us, everyone. Your Friend, your Foe, your Dad, your Son. The humans of all ages They never listened to the sages The creator is in everyone. The christ wasn't his only son. It's the shining in our eyes, The moaning when your loved one dies. The good and bad things happen only To help us realize, we aren't lonely. We are connected through the mind, It's the strenght of humankind. There comes the day when all will know. But until then: Enjoy the Show. -------------- Omg i didn't know i could do that. ^.^ totally freestyled that. Im all shaky now nice.... |
Acid Cat!!! User ID: 18899674 United States 07/06/2012 07:27 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I thought I cared... but then I dont'a This world needs be plowed... to the root "roota" Chaucer... well not realy Zephyr = Virtue [link to home.vicnet.net.au] |
david User ID: 16910407 United States 07/06/2012 02:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I've seen the truth, Quoting: •••Weltschmerz••• it's crystal clear we share one mind No need to fear. This mind is in us, everyone. Your Friend, your Foe, your Dad, your Son. The humans of all ages They never listened to the sages The creator is in everyone. The christ wasn't his only son. It's the shining in our eyes, The moaning when your loved one dies. The good and bad things happen only To help us realize, we aren't lonely. We are connected through the mind, It's the strenght of humankind. There comes the day when all will know. But until then: Enjoy the Show. -------------- Omg i didn't know i could do that. ^.^ totally freestyled that. Im all shaky now well done, that is a mighty truth you have shared. |
Benny_Lava User ID: 5044555 United States 07/06/2012 03:14 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A Song for St. Cecelia's Day · From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, "Arise, ye more than dead." Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began; From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man. What passion cannot music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound: Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark! the foes come: Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute, In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers; Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of passion, For the fair, disdainful dame. But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race; And trees uprooted left their place, Sequacious of the lyre: But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher; When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared, Mistaking earth for heaven. As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the bless'd above; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky. (John Dryden) |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:22 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Don’t try to perplex me with your superfluous words, Be subtle yet articulate, I shall endeavour to understand, Do not be ostentatious, when the audience gathers, Permit me in a voice inaudible to explain The veneration you expect will some how evade your grasp For as rapidly as a man soar so he will decline But you with an incredulous gasp will remonstrate that fact Your empire that pervaded our lives also oppressed Your grotesque self adulation made even those who loved you despondent Vexed and rebuked now you stand morose with no retort Not a vestige of guilt for the suffering caused Confounded odious villain you are, You stand there stolid with a countenance of cold steel But the day of the dictator has come You will no more be so condescending Your presents will no longer be a reason of apprehension Your death will be a day of rejoicing |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | My words are tacit. Yet by glances you construe. What conception runs through that mind? Is it that you covert that which you will never again procure, Perhaps you thought I would lament of the loss of a rogue such as you, Incongruous are we, You thought you would find me wistful and, melancholic Yet no I am stolid unaffected by your departure You it was who set that love aside And now you expect to find me like the debris of a smashed hull But with strength I ascend I can traverse all bridges I have the gift of serenity and my heart is in a state of repose There will be no vulgar clamour for your affections Do you need me now to articulate your hurt was no more than a minor tumult but passing? Wisdom to help me on my way. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | What is it that is it I relinquish? To one so spurious, Brigand you are .....You think I am unaware of this deception? You think I am predisposed to relinquishing my soul? I am not.... that unbridled wretch you suppose I am circumspect of your intentions For I will not be the debris of your folly I shall with ALLAHS help efface your intentions Your games spasmodic shall not affect my intentions So go now you malevolent defiled creature return to your lair For my intention are pure and perennial in nature. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | What is this sacred light? An eminence from within Where soul and love are interwoven For love it is that permeates the soul An exhilarating awakening That’s set in harmony with all that surrounds it In its wake a tranquillity inspiring those who possess it Never a greater impression is inscribed upon the soul Yet it is subtle in its tread Many will pursue, such a sacred gift But they are delusional, For only when the devouring hunger of life Becomes repugnant to the to the soul Shall the essence of love enter Consoling, cooling, inspiring, silently, growing. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:27 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | MANIFESTATIONS OF THE HEART Unique, feline like, exquisite all came to mind. Such a serene wistful and comingly beauty. Her visage a picture of vivid und undulating light setting me a tremulous. Such an impression never before imprinted so profusely upon my eye The yearning causing palpitations’ of this heart of mine, Never before so manifest has a beauty been the cause of such tumult to my soul This is a magnificence that sets my mind a haze, Were are the words to speak, Will she construe my sanguine composure as a surety to far? It surly would not be the intension , yet my she has set my soul a singing , with excitement Afraid am I that my advances would be seen as importune I look on in silence, for such a delicate flower as this Can only be for the pleasure of my eye |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:28 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | a luscious feeling of completion an almost irresistible flawless temptation but if Camalot returns who speak that chivalry is dead , devotion is but a heartbeat away , who speaks of justice, that is a man that will stand with courage, truth and courtesy are but brothers in arms , so string that cache and turn not away from the host it is a fragrant bouquet. when the covey are bought to tender they muster together their feathers bright |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The babbling brook fresh green grass fresh autumn breeze , this is what my heart does please The sound of newly born child;s first cry I just one of the reasons I ask why The gentle pitter patter of rain on the window pane Makes me ask again The fragrance of roses orange blossem trees The delicate butterfly with powdered wing the beauty of birds as they sing The morning sun and sun down are alway able to change a frown The laugh of children at play The daffodils of may Those long walks in summers sun the holiday seasons have just begun the tender hand of bright eyed child sight of a fox in the wild the teen years full of love and longing racing and flirting What is it I ask why ? why are people unable to see the very heart the real beauty its not wealth power or fame not expensive watches or champagne or mansion or acreage green if by loving eyes it not seen these things are not things of show but are given as gifts to set the heart aglow the aid of a man the gift of life a warm loving family a beautiful wife things not bought or sold Given to cherish and hold a warm smiling face a tender embrace that look of certainty these are the things most treasured by me |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:34 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It is evident the remediation of man His revival is dependant on change The sententious period is over no longer the disciple with a new vitality it is time to seize knowledge The essence of our being is to search No matter how perilous the journey all will make it the sanity of man will be tried the maestro is with in an evolution in perpetuity an inventory written before time a code of growth,knowledge and life a code that reminisces of a time when souls spoke This a code that is prepared to receive a vibrational torrent of light understanding like a staircase accenting to new heights our uni-ocular vision has served us well like a man with poor eye-sight unknown he knows no difference until things become clear |
Merci User ID: 1499647 United States 07/19/2012 07:35 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You know I was hoping people would take a minute and write their own poetry, rather than spam the thread with other poet's poetry. -__- Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1342586 I got this book, "You Can Write Poetry (You Can Write It!)" haven't read it yet...but we all have an inner poet within us. THIS is my poem. Thread: THE DOOM....a poem....sad but true. I wrote it Here is the original thread. But dang..now you all know who I am. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The staircase of light a vibrational torrent ocean waves of the night delicate as moon light swirls of energy An innate sun whispering of man and how he begun history of ages that talk of time lesson known throughout reasons and rhyme disasters and change happenings past sealed messages like fiber optic glass light will not bend so they say but through this staircase light takes a form breaking rules changing messages new rules born for this is tomorrows past and yesterdays future combinations of time that act out without reason or rhyme 8 8 8 8 |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 20101989 United Kingdom 07/19/2012 07:59 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | You know I was hoping people would take a minute and write their own poetry, rather than spam the thread with other poet's poetry. -__- Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1342586 I got this book, "You Can Write Poetry (You Can Write It!)" haven't read it yet...but we all have an inner poet within us. THIS is my poem. Thread: THE DOOM....a poem....sad but true. I wrote it Here is the original thread. But dang..now you all know who I am. hope you was not indicating to me my work above no copies , I have had a thread going for a while , when I feel the need to write , I also do art and music , love glass work , music act hope you enjoyed the above |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 17562275 United States 07/19/2012 08:07 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Seven Wisemen The seven Wisemen with knowledge fine to build a pussy was their design . The first a carpenter tall and fit with a sharp hatchet he made a slit. The second a blacksmith as black as coal with a twenty pond hammer he ponded a hole. The third a tailor tall and thin with a piece of red flannel he lined it within . The fourth a furrier bold and stout with a piece of bear skin lined it without. The fifth a fisherman worn and bent with a stinking makrel age it it's scent . The sixth a minister wise for his time smelt it , felt it and said it was fine . The seventh a rabbi the damn little runt fucked it , blessed it and called it a cunt . Now you know how vaginas came about . |