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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 4:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:11 pm
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got a new one:
I Am Elemental
I am fire, power unbound.
I am water, source unfound.
I am earth, strength unmeasurable.
I am air, freedom unobtainable.
I am light, full of life,
i am dark, filled with strife.
i am elemental, simple and pure.
I am elemental, always here.
I am the essence of all that is true,
Everything i am, all of what i do.
I am the fire which cooks your meat.
I am the water that cools your feet.
I am the earth upon which you walk.
I am the air with which you talk.
I am the light, bright with cheer,
i am the dark, your deepest fear.
I. Am. Elemental.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:03 pm
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A few of my poems (not really good, but...)
Puppet on Strings
Puppet, puppet, on the strings,
Why do you do these horrid things?
Do they really make things right?
Do they really help you fight?
Is it just that you don't know?
That you don't care if scars show?
Do you realize it's hurting you?
Would you care, if you knew?
What you do, can you help it?
Or is someone the master, puppet?
I know you want to change your ways,
But what if you'll only live sad days?
Puppet, puppet, on the strings,
What made you think these horrid things?
Do you really think you're of no worth?
And the worst day was that of your birth?
Is it that you cannot see?
Or care that you help people like me?
Don't you know you're being killed?
And you're spot is already being filled?
It's not your fault, this I know,
Someone else is running the show.
I know you want something better,
But you only seem to get deader.
Puppet, puppet, cut your strings,
Do only your thoughts of wondrous things.
Pay no attention to the puppet master,
Because he only led you to disaster.
Whispers of a Clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The gentle whispers of the clock.
It speaks to me most everyday,
And oh, what things it has to say.
When I wake up it says “Good day,
I hope that things will go your way.
Polish me, oh, would you please?
I‘d beg but alas! I have no knees.”
When I leave it says “Farewell!
Wait you must reset my bell!”
I push the button and it snickers,
Says: “I’m glad we never bicker.”
Sometimes it tries to speak to others,
Friends, fathers and even mothers.
Alas! None other than yours truly
Hears the things told so duly.
My dearest clock does many things:
Tells jokes and stories, even sings;
It knows all and it can rhyme;
Imagine this: it tells time!
I do not know what I would do,
If I lost my clock to someone new.
I hope my clock loves me most,
But of course it does (not to boast).
My clock will be, forever, mine.
I love my clock, my clock so fine.
It will be my friend until I find
My fragile, lost, and broken mind.
Master Puppet
Welcome, welcome everyone,
Let's go play and have some fun.
I'll pull you and you pull me.
To escape Insanity.
Strings that hold and strings that bind,
Forcing us to lose our mind.
All are one and one is all,
As we face this faceless wall.
Here there is one simple rule:
Fool the player and play the fool.
Will you fool or will you play,
When day is night and night is day?
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 6:22 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:54 am
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