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Post by How Could It Be on Mar 17, 2005 16:30:07 GMT -5
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Post by Falion on Mar 17, 2005 17:40:43 GMT -5
nice poem. nice to meet you too.
**edit: I sent you the link to that forum Scorpio has mentioned. ~ Edina
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Post by Edina on Mar 17, 2005 21:30:50 GMT -5
Straight from the heart and beautiful as always. Thank you for posting here!! Welcome to the board! CrystallizedW is also here, you can read his replies in 'The Bible' topic. Just so you know.
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Post by Grave on Mar 18, 2005 2:51:29 GMT -5
Hello scorpio, What a joy it was to read your work.. How could it be? ;D Grave
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Post by Grave on Mar 18, 2005 3:42:15 GMT -5
Couldn't resist, your's is simple yet marvelous poem.
I am not a poet, but I wanted to give a hidden message just so. (forgive me for my poetic manners, they don't follow any rule) ;D
A 'human nature' that I too have, to race to lead and rule the pack. Weary mind that doesn't get rest, call it my 'Ego' at its best.
The admittance of self not reassured by a 'but' brings a life to live with cause and purpose, and along with some trust. When I lied I so thought it to be true, was a heart not mine but of the ignorant new.
The heart then said I have virtue and I am fine. Why I would bring down the skies not mine? So I went on and on with illusions on my mind 'I am right, simple and free and you are far behind'
A king was made in me, not born but thought to be. You loved me as a human, the emperor you didn't wish to see. But I called your name as I own, before I knew you and all were gone. Blind to the face of truth, I pitied my king and I cried for peace and to forgive your sin.
The sun was shining, eyes blinded by tears, I fought for light when it was so near. Never thought of pain I gave never asked for your fears. And then as you turned, I knew that you were always so dear.
Now rain would pour on you and me alike. But I hope it heals you first before I’m relieved of mine.
Now I know the place I am I create for life, the life I that choose and then pretend to survive, is not circumstantial at all but creation of my own mind. How could be..that I never realized?
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Grave( Oh when I was young! )
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Post by Edina on Mar 18, 2005 8:48:38 GMT -5
Great poem Grave! As long as they follow ours on here, it's fine. j/k NeverTHELESS, everyone should understand, we need to have some rules/guidelines in order to prevent chaos and wars on this forum.
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 18, 2005 9:00:29 GMT -5
sounds good Edina....maybe it would be good if you were to re-state those rules and guidlines so that everyone is clear on them? Just in the interest of negating chaos and wars. ;D
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Post by Edina on Mar 18, 2005 9:07:35 GMT -5
We will do that. The only problem is, Eric and I seem to have different rules at times. First, WE have to discuss this and agree on them, then I'll let everyone know as well.
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 18, 2005 9:30:32 GMT -5
Good luck and thanks...to both you and Eric for the provision of this place in time and for all the hard work that you put in on it. Yes, this is an Illusion, but that hard work is a very real illusion!! And it is appreaciated!
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Post by How Could It Be on Mar 18, 2005 16:30:42 GMT -5
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Post by Grave on Mar 19, 2005 3:18:24 GMT -5
As long as they follow ours on here, it's fine. Aawooch ;D Jokes apart, I affirm, some rules must be followed.<-- Ummm Make that rule 1 please Grave
Thank you so much Scorpio. And I am keen to see more of your much wonderful work on this post-topic. ;D [and I want some help...] Grave(love and aprreciation)
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 19, 2005 9:34:27 GMT -5
Indeed...both of you have wonderful words in your poems....I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it all though The wolves are running in the wolf dream. The wolves are hunting in the wolf dream. The moon shining full upon him as he sleeps... he jerks awake with remnants of the dream it's time to hunt, it's time to scream his howl at the dream that haunts him as he sleeps the last of his breed. The only one left to run through the trees, the only one left he sniffs the breeze always hoping to smell always hoping to hear one more song from the wolves that used to be... his pack and his mate sleeps the deep sleep while he dreams the Wolf Dream.
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Post by Grave on Mar 21, 2005 6:47:56 GMT -5
The wolves are running.... ....while he dreams the Wolf Dream. *Howls* I could almost imagine myself in the woods. Thank you. -------------------------- Edina! how many poets are there ;D, do you write too? Grave(the rolepaly)
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Post by Edina on Mar 21, 2005 10:32:22 GMT -5
Many, but they write to me.
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Post by Grave on Mar 22, 2005 1:03:36 GMT -5
Many, but they write to me. I missed the train.
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