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Can anybody tell me, can anyone actually show me they care?
Can anyone see the pain, the weight the scars I bear?
Could anyone look into those deep blue seas of my eternal soul?
Would they be able to take the suffering as a whole?
No, I dont believe so.

I have seen you try and I have always seen you fail.
I have heard your lies and it is time for the truth to tell.
You mock me with compassion comfort and false love.
I just want to lie down and be carried off by black doves.
I think that would be nice.

The joy you have is nothing but a blades you plunge deep into me,
The happiness you garner is from my blood and my misery,
My eyes i would gouge out if just to stop my acidic tears.
My heart ripped out by you as you all display my deepest fears.
Welcome to my hell.

If not for my belief and cowardice I would rip out my own soul,
I would tear it and destroy it so that it could never again be made whole.
I would end my own wretched existence if not for the hope I have in God.
I pray day and night to see my eternal reward and be removed from this sod.
I cant wait.

Does anybody truly know what it is to feel so lowly and rent apart?
Do any of you even feel the slightest compassion in your heart?
More I believe more that i am a mockery of a man, and mocked thusly so.
God I wish for one moment one person this feeling to understand, to show.
But I am alone.

Would you please post all your poems in ONE thread as everybody else has obliged in doing so.

It's a good poem though Syren, ain't it?

beggin yer pardon. didnt know bout it.

Hell yeah

The joy you have is nothing but a blades you plunge deep into me,
The happiness you garner is from my blood and my misery,
My eyes i would gouge out if just to stop my acidic tears.
My heart ripped out by you as you all display my deepest fears.
Welcome to my hell.

I lover this stanza.... it's powerful and effective in conveying a true sense of despair. The imagery is excellent, the way you described feelings so vividly... well done clapping

F-no-dolla-no-at-at-at...

Good writing.

Thank you. It is what i was feeling yesterday. I had a tough day... no joke.

no offense or anything but The poem is good but you sound like a emo lil wench This is a america you have nothing to add to the empire

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You thought the romans died HAH Here comes empire america one middle east country at a time

What's America honey? From where I'm sitting, it's Britain

Hey BDino. Guess what. When you have gone through hell and had your stepfather and many others trying to take your life, struggled with suicide every day since your dad abandoned you, and only hope in this world is of God Returning to bring you home, you kinda learn to get negative emotion out of you so it doesnt destroy you. I happen to use poetry. No, btw, I am not EMO. They dont have a name for what I am. hahahahaha.

Thank you all for the comments.

Here is a poem for u

I sit here wondering what could have been should have been
I am sitting here not knowing where to turn and waiting in line
I think im alone with problems that only i bear
In time you will realize that you are not alone

I have problems i dont sit or crawl i build my towers.. tall
Instead of what should have been and could have been i think of whats ahead
There are those who dwell on past mistakes past heart aches
Feel the vibrations repracussions for ive felt them to

Forgive grow on life is a plant you must water your soul and feed your life
My problems are my own i dont force them on others but id like them to know that we are one lets move on take the powder and hide the past but never forget lest we have old nightmares peer again

this poem has no intent of happiness joy power or greed it is what it is and it gives what you want to take.
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Ignorance is humanities greatest weapon with it i can create and decimate entire populations -Brandino

brandino, I am well aware of what you say and i do appreciate what you have to offer me here knowledge wise, but i ask now that you listen to me for a few.

A: Your way of coping with crud you deal with is YOUR way, not mine nor any others, so guess what? Some of us out here get down and dwell upon the past or feel so insignificant thanks to cruel people or whatever.
Not everyone can just cowboy up after a difficult time in life.

B: I am overjoyed that you can get back up easily after a pain and dont dwell on the past at times, for it is not something i look foward to but something i am glad i do not do as often as when i was depressed. I suffered for nearly 13 out of my 22 years in depression, wanting to commit suicide and hating myself, because all around me were people telling me i couldnt do it, i would always fail, i was worthless. After a while of hearing that garbage, I started to believe them. It took massive prayer, me accepting Christ as Lord of my life, and me choosing to be in a state of accepting myself to get through most of it. I still get down, but it only lasts hours, not months. I still get mad at me, but i no longer hurt myself or want or try to kill myself. I still screw up, but now i ask God to forgive me and I try harder to do it right. I grew.

I appreciate your poem greatly, but please know that none of us are you, or me, just you are you and I am I. That is all.
hahahahhaha Rant=OFF.
KMC is a great place.

Ive had horrible things happen to me things that have ****ed me up to the extreme so i know
i just try to make the best of a bad situation whining gets me no where
but whatever floats your boat

I am trying politely to tell you not all people are like you but apparently you care nothing for other's feelings so how bout this. Stop reading and posting on this thread. The net is like tv. if you dont like the channel, instead of complaining, change the channel.

ok all you had to do is ask

Please, Warrior, continue with your poetry

I shall. Monday I will put up some old stuff. so tired right now... oi... working 9 days now straight and no night off.... ughh.... and prepping to move to dallas.... how fun... heh mebbe ill write on that too. hahaha

Ah, heck i feel like typing up some.

Pairished Romances

I keep no one close to me,
The all must far away be,
I get hurt so much when,
I let anybody my mind in,
They don't understand me,
I guess that's how it has to be,
I wish I could truly reveal,
All the warmth and love I feel.
I have let some inside,
Their intentions did they hide,
I got brutally slain,
Their caring was all feigned,
I wish I wish, but no good,
I know what to do, what I should,
I must be me, 'cause that's who I am,
Even when I try to put on a sham.
Maybe one day I'll find some one,
Somebody to understand the me,
Then my feelings I won't shun,
And hopefully neither will she.

Sir Willy

I wrote this after hearing a song on the radio .... "HERO"

Heroic Ambitions

Writers of song play on the air,
They cry for heroes from long ago,
To rescue the New Age maidens fair,
And defeat the ominous oppressing foe,
One woman calls, begs to me aloud,
"Where have all the cowboys gone??"
A young man asks the heavens and clouds,
"Is the love of a hero enough or wrong?"
The movies play out scenes, the villain and he,
The Warrior who battles for all,
Then it ends all too similar seemingly,
The villain loses but the hero falls,
There are REAL heroes in this world,
But few get recognition,
Around the lies and falsities twirled,
We each have our mission,
Sworn to uphold Good, Order and Love,
We each daily battle an onrushing flood,
As the true heroes head for Heaven above,
The world is made whole again with our blood.

Sir Willy

Written 10-14-03 10:16 a.m.

Dreamlover leave not me,
Again with you I long to be,
To feel your hands upon my chest,
Our heartbeats drown all sound as I rest,
Touch me again with lips sweet as honey,
That Nectar no normal man can taste,
I laugh at your jokes so funny,
You dance with me and I hold your waist,
We kiss deep under the stars twinkling,
Then I away, you are gone, my heart sinking,
I wish to visit again you in a dream,
Free; me; And together with you, I dream.

For that beautiful woman who haunts my every waking thought, from so many dreams over the years. I shall find you.

Sir Willy

8-6-02 For Katherine

You cry on my shoulder now, You scream it's unfair,
You wail of him and how He hurt you, left you there.

Years later, you turn around, Years later you'll see,
Years later I'm not around, Years later neither is he.

You sit with me on your porch, We stare at the stars.
We talk of the sun's scorch, and moons and Mars.

I'm gone and I leave a note for you to see.
It's only for you I wrote, I've set you free.

Years later, will we meet?
Years later you'll see.
Years later, It was a treat,
And It Could Have Been Me.

Sue and De Press

5-6-03

Driving around I turn my mind to old tunes,
I hear the familiar song, about alone under moons,
Sue, she sings so softly in my ears,
De Press, the ring to try my fears,
They both call me and warm feelings arise,
I used to be a groupie but now them I despise,
Yet still I listen, as I veer towards a flight,
70, 80, 90 miles an hour for tonight,
I see a ramp and my favorite ravine,
Maybe now my soul could feel clean
The song is passed though, By thoughts of someone,
Out there is someone who cares, maybe one,
I tap up on my brakes to slow down life,
Or maybe, perhaps I slow down Death's strife,
I shan't meet you by my hand, not me.
But It will come someday as it should be.
I pull back to a pattern of flight secure,
And return even if I'm unsure.
Maybe one is still out there for me, I don't know,
Eventually, I hope she'll finally show...

clapping Fantastic!

danke. When I got right with God in 2000, I found I still had a lot of pent up emotions that had to be bled out. over the last 5 years, I have found the best way to do this was by putting my soul on paper. It has greatly helped, as each poem I write makes me feel that much better adn less stressed. Of course, some are also when I am really freakin happy, and reflect thusly.

My inspiration has nothing to do with a higher plane. It is no more, and no less, than the plane I'm living on. Life, love and losses

Ha ha ha ha ha. Yeah, it is a funny thing. sometimes you get like, " wow i gotta f$#$# write!!!" and others not so much that.... haha. God is inspiring to me, but I do a lot of my life in my poems. Lotta growing up and realizing things.

Definitely... writing down my life experiences is a way of personally counselling myself

Ja ja. Ist gut, nein? heh.

For M'Lady D'Winter
From her Once and Always Knight.

Here my armor clinking as I ride to war,
See my fathers in my mind as they did before,
The only thing I'll miss if I died today,
Was how I never told you that I felt this way.

My love for you was an ocean that I drowned myself in,
Nothing for you was too great, naught was a burden.
I would have willingly jumped off a cliff for you,
I would have done anything to show my love was true.

I wish I had more time, but the battle draws so near.
I can see you in my mind and I can see you so clear.
Your raven hair flowing down such pale lovely skin,
And those ruby lips entrancing, pleading for my sin.

Your crystal eyes reflecting the fire in my own.
Your smile that would have any man thinking a star had shone,
The smell of your skin next to me has got chaos roaring,
And the softest of your touches has my heart soaring.

God, I wish I could just hold you one last time,
And with my last breath, I would ask to be thyne.

For Valentine's Day

Another day dawns upon us all,
Another day with no one to call,
Another day that bring back tears,
Another day to remember past years.

This day is made for lovers in bloom,
This day has seen my eternal doom,
This day is supposed to be so great.
This day makes me wish it came late.

500 Years born out of place and time,
500 Years should have been a nursery rhyme.
500 Years but still the heart of a Knight.
500 Years and no dragons to fight.

The blue of knight causes tears to well,
The blue of knight pierces my armored shell,
The blue of knight lost in side my soul.
The blue of knight takes the final toll.

These I remember and recall this day.
As Valentino goes on it's merry F@$#@$@ way.

Sir Willy 2-14-2005

Here is a new one for March.

Goodbye.

Listen to the silence as the wind passes by,
Ignore the pain in your heart as you begin to cry,
Start thinking and asking yourself why oh why,
Begin again and wonder how you let our love die.

The cold claw of anger grasps at your heartstrings tight,
And you can remember my face as i walked out of the light.
Returning to my dark embrace as my wings take me aflight.
And now you know the truth behind the meaning of "In Spite"

What will you do now with your life alone and dead?
Will you sit alone whining and cradling your sad head?
Will you stand and finally be your own person instead?
Or will you end up like so many and end up spirit-dead?

I fight on and I will go as I have gone before.
The only thing left of mine is my coat behind the door.
You never even heard my boots as they walked across the floor.
And I will continue to grow stronger more and more.

Sir Willy 3-11-05

Take the pain from my soul, purify me with fire.
Take my heart for a roll, destroy my desire.
Take my ego down to size, kiss me, leave me hanging.
Take my ego for your prize, kill me, leave me strangling.
Take my love and dont return, laugh at my tears flowing.
Take my love and watch me burn, the third cock is crowing.
4-4-05

Stay with it bubbah. You still rock dude.

tanks bro.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Can anybody tell me, can anyone actually show me they care?
Can anyone see the pain, the weight the scars I bear?
Could anyone look into those deep blue seas of my eternal soul?
Would they be able to take the suffering as a whole?
No, I dont believe so.

I have seen you try and I have always seen you fail.
I have heard your lies and it is time for the truth to tell.
You mock me with compassion comfort and false love.
I just want to lie down and be carried off by black doves.
I think that would be nice.

The joy you have is nothing but a blades you plunge deep into me,
The happiness you garner is from my blood and my misery,
My eyes i would gouge out if just to stop my acidic tears.
My heart ripped out by you as you all display my deepest fears.
Welcome to my hell.

If not for my belief and cowardice I would rip out my own soul,
I would tear it and destroy it so that it could never again be made whole.
I would end my own wretched existence if not for the hope I have in God.
I pray day and night to see my eternal reward and be removed from this sod.
I cant wait.

Does anybody truly know what it is to feel so lowly and rent apart?
Do any of you even feel the slightest compassion in your heart?
More I believe more that i am a mockery of a man, and mocked thusly so.
God I wish for one moment one person this feeling to understand, to show.
But I am alone.


Beautiful, beautiful!
All your poems are lovely. Don't stop!

Thank you very much. for some reason everyone likes that one poem.

Well I do too!! Keep up the good writing!!

thanks.

backkkk online after losing the net!! WHOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! holla KMC!

a new one. for michelle.

M Pathetic

I know you from long ago, before I was Fiance'd.
We were far apart, and that's how it should have stayed.
You called me up one day, then the card tower began to fall,
I should have seen the mess ahead, I should have seen it all.
I was a fool, with a fool, and foolishly I let you come in,
I was a fool, I broke my promises, and then began my sin.
You had a northman, I a southern belle, separation time,
Little did I ever know my world and all plans would unwind.
He left you, lying in sadness, but returning to share his pain,
I left her for you, I thought mistakenly we were the same,
You used my love, you used my body, and I allowed the abuse.
We tried to share with eachother, but in the end came up just bruised,
Injured hearts, Broken lives, destroyed from within ourselves.
Was I wrong, were we wrong, who ended up on dusty shelves?
You slept in my bed, and in my arms, you beguiled me with charm,
Took my love, wrapped round your finger, and I ignored what you harmed,
The poison in you seeped through your kiss, shattering my soul within,
It took so long, but finally I feel like He is whole again.
I had to stop, to realize it was not me that sunk this boat,
It was not me, the melody, that sang and still sings that sour note,
When I saw you do your Danse Macabre with an old high school friend,
I finally forgave myself, and now I see your whoring sin.

The Eyes of a Dreamer

I.......I can see you there,
Wading in the sparkling water,
I.......I can touch your hair,
I can swim for the shore, or go farther,

We can swim all night, under the moonlight,
Holding on oh so tight,
But when comes the day, I must be on my way.....

I........I am with you here
Underneath the thousand-starred sky,
We.....We hold on here, we let go our fear,

We never again feel the need to cry.

We can swim all night under the moonlight,
Holding onto eachother so tight,
But when comes the light of the sun so bright,
On my wings shall we alight?

For the lady in my dreams whom I love.

For Tassie, who inspires.

The battle was won, the flags were raised, the armies finally began to depart,
The only problem is this one young lady, clutching so softly a broken heart.
As she lay upon the bloodied field, she can see naught through crimson tears,
Nor feel the cool wind on frozen flesh nor hear at all through deafened ears.
She lies down beside a knight she believes will never hold her again in care.
Thinking about the kisses, cold nights, wine and love never again they'll share.
A twitch of his arm makes her arise, praying with all her hope in God its real.
Her chest heaves and her skin flushes pink as his warmth she begins to feel.
He opens eyes once dulled by pain, then focused upon her marred visage,
Blinking the grime and gore away, he thinks she must be a ghost or mirage.
But the kiss she give to the parched lips of this still form that was once a man
Forces his blood through his veins, his breath through his lungs, as only her love can.
Arising from the matted grass, he grasps her hand and pulls her to his chest,
And holding his love, sheathing his sword, this warrior has finally earned final rest.

I hope that was somewhat worthy of your indulgence. * Bows * Thank you M'lady for the inspiration.

Here is one I wrote in 2003

Why is it that Love and Life
Always bring me so much strife?
Maybe I should just Go and Hide,
All of these feelings I have Inside.
Ridiculed for being a man who actually gives a damn.....
The Knight Born 500 years out of date,
The Warrior whose heritage was given too late,
This is just the way it is, MY Fate.
I accept it and battle on to fear abate.
Out of my mind flows all doubts I have,
Even when my enemies insults' jab.
The tears that fall upon my cheek,
The Sword, The Lady that I seek,
I remain My Self, tried and True,
I have my Sword, now I search for You.

another from 2003

I am here but you ignore me,
I am strong but you destroy me,
I love you and you despise me,
You run through my dreams.

You have no time, you say it's late,
"Go home, leave," You make me hate
YOU and all you lies like knives,
Stabbing, tearing at both our lives,
You play and lead me on,
Turn around, You'll find I'm GONE.

You turn a blind eye to my pain,
You just run out on me again,
You like to treat my heart like a toy,
Demean my manhood, then play coy,
You like to cause Pain to someone like me,
I walk to the door, don't look back, and Leave!

This one is entitled Away. Wrote it in 2003 or 2004.

Eyes of the Wolf, Heart of the Child,
Soul not aloof, soul so wild,

Free and clean under a waterfall,
Wash away my pain,
Wash it all away.

Stalking the Heart, Calling the Woods,
As from the start, all that I could,
My mind a fire, Inflamed with the Snow,
Winter and Briar in my heart Grow.

Free and Clean under a waterfall,
Wash away my pain,
Wash away my world,
Wash away my heart,
Wash way my call,
Wash me away.

No more! No more I take, I cannot take,
Flying away on Drake, I now forsake,
Drawn into real, what do I need?
Break the Seal, I want to Bleed!

Free and Clean,
Hidden Waterfalls,
Wash away my pain,
Wash away it all.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
For Tassie, who inspires.

The battle was won, the flags were raised, the armies finally began to depart,
The only problem is this one young lady, clutching so softly a broken heart.
As she lay upon the bloodied field, she can see naught through crimson tears,
Nor feel the cool wind on frozen flesh nor hear at all through deafened ears.
She lies down beside a knight she believes will never hold her again in care.
Thinking about the kisses, cold nights, wine and love never again they'll share.
A twitch of his arm makes her arise, praying with all her hope in God its real.
Her chest heaves and her skin flushes pink as his warmth she begins to feel.
He opens eyes once dulled by pain, then focused upon her marred visage,
Blinking the grime and gore away, he thinks she must be a ghost or mirage.
But the kiss she give to the parched lips of this still form that was once a man
Forces his blood through his veins, his breath through his lungs, as only her love can.
Arising from the matted grass, he grasps her hand and pulls her to his chest,
And holding his love, sheathing his sword, this warrior has finally earned final rest.

Awwww! Wow, I haven't felt euphoria like this in quite a while.. That's really... beautiful, and sweet of you!!!!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
I hope that was somewhat worthy of your indulgence. * Bows * Thank you M'lady for the inspiration.

bag Much better! Your language, your imagery.. is beautiful.. And the way you can read so much into me by just reading my poetry, and capture it so terrifyingly well.. I am in your debt. touched

Wow, those were really good! And its so sweet that you wrote a poem for Tassie! #love#

hey, thanks alot! Heh, tass, poetry is just what i told coldfire. It is your soul on paper.

And, When someone can set fire in my heart, it has gotta come out. Being inspired by someone is like the highest compliment i can give anyone, because poetry is my life, my blood, my pulse, and my entire being. without it, i could not exist.

Ooooo wow.... And I can see that just in your posts too. That's awesome

"Turn on the night"
Inspired by Gilmour of Pink Floyd

You have left me once again alone and in this world of sin,
Dying is the only way that I am allowed to return to you,
I stumble and trip down this hill steadily towards my den,
Wishing only that I kept the wings upon that which I flew,
Cast from Heaven to complete a quest I never really received,
Forced to wander these darkened wastes all alone inside and out,
Not in Hell but oh so close, this Earth is hell enough for me,
I look but am blinded by you so I cannot speak and cannot shout,
I reach up to move you away to see my only companion here,
I await the lady in my silence while trying to breathe once more,
As you fall she arises, the rarest beauty that I hold ever so dear,
I find in me the supernatural strength to rise again from the dusty floor,
Spreading my wings, to kiss the sky so lit yet darkened ever so well,
I take aloft and view the world the only way I am allowed to see,
This man if seen through his disguise would only be an empty shell,
If you saw inside, you'd see the angel, the truth hidden: you'd see me.

Sir William

Running alone in a moonlit glade,
No sound my passing along has made,
No shadow flickers as I race on by,
The only sound is the softest sigh,
My feet break not upon dry twigs and leaves,
My breath pants hot as my chest heaves,
My muscles in my legs burn and scream,
My body shudders awake from my dream,
And now I find myself alone in bed,
My Irisis fade back to blue from red,
The wolf inside has returned to sleep,
Yet his hunger of love has not left me.

Clouds, Drifting away on pillowy clouds.....
I am safe.....
From myself, My Mind!
It cries to me to see release,
My heart aches for your touch divine.
Whisper to me like a soft summer breeze,
Kiss me passionately, as an angel,
Wink at me in play, partly true,
Hold me in a warm blanket; your arms,
Touch my lips with fine silk; your fingertips,
Show me a painting of wondrous beauty; your loving face,
Tattoo on my chest a heartbeat; yours.
Cover my hurt in love; yours.

From "Can You Define Love?"
By William Mauz.

What makes the Man?
For Eugene, my abusive, sick F@#@ of an ex stepfather

You first struck me in the face,
Two-by-four was your holed ace,
Thrown out you return to destroy,
This young, innocent, loved boy,
You don't care about what I am,
You think Hurting me makes the Man.
You love pain you cause, chaos reigns,
All my hurt you just call growing pains,
You destroy, you never build up,
My life, My hopes you proceeded to gut,
My life tried you to take away,
You thought I'd never escape, just stay,
I GOT AWAY!
You never won, You Bastard.
I survived all you threw...


I Survived You.

Wow! I love those!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
"Turn on the night"
Inspired by Gilmour of Pink Floyd

You have left me once again alone and in this world of sin,
Dying is the only way that I am allowed to return to you,
I stumble and trip down this hill steadily towards my den,
Wishing only that I kept the wings upon that which I flew,
Cast from Heaven to complete a quest I never really received,
Forced to wander these darkened wastes all alone inside and out,
Not in Hell but oh so close, this Earth is hell enough for me,
I look but am blinded by you so I cannot speak and cannot shout,
I reach up to move you away to see my only companion here,
I await the lady in my silence while trying to breathe once more,
As you fall she arises, the rarest beauty that I hold ever so dear,
I find in me the supernatural strength to rise again from the dusty floor,
Spreading my wings, to kiss the sky so lit yet darkened ever so well,
I take aloft and view the world the only way I am allowed to see,
This man if seen through his disguise would only be an empty shell,
If you saw inside, you'd see the angel, the truth hidden: you'd see me.

Sir William
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Running alone in a moonlit glade,
No sound my passing along has made,
No shadow flickers as I race on by,
The only sound is the softest sigh,
My feet break not upon dry twigs and leaves,
My breath pants hot as my chest heaves,
My muscles in my legs burn and scream,
My body shudders awake from my dream,
And now I find myself alone in bed,
My Irisis fade back to blue from red,
The wolf inside has returned to sleep,
Yet his hunger of love has not left me.


These are the best.. really well done..

Oh they are all so good!!

thank you all. *bows*

Since this is kinda my thread unless i go the way of the apple IIE, I gotta say something. There are some really negative, poem-bashing Mofos in KMC. Hey guys; You Dont like it, Learn To LOVE it. This aint burger king, you will NOT get it your way so stfu and soldier on. Now that my rant is over, how bout some more poetry. ( oh, and for you that try to say stuff is copied or plaguerised, (yeah, i can spell it, can you?) check this. I have all these written in my portfolio, they are all copywrighted, and if you claim otherwise i shall laugh at you. Laugh I say HA hA HA hA ha!)

On Anger

My body begins to tremble, the eyes transform to red,
My teeth grind sharply as pounding fills my head,
I must get away before I hurt you in this madness mine,
The change upon my face should be your warning sign,
When my rage arises, you shall see thunderclouds,
The darkness covers my being like an evil inky shroud,
My muscles bulge and tense up as if I were to spring,
Now from my irises comes fire, brimstone, lightning.
My right hand reaches for my sword, my left for my gun,
In the sky a full eclipse has taken out the sun,
No more pain in my chest as I raise the blade,
No thoughts of sleep or rest, my one-track mind is made,
The blued-silver of my sights take in my enemy,
A single CRAK! and down he goes, far too easily,
As I calm, I see him rise and laugh his vile laugh,
He'll be back of this I'm sure. Will he my Will sap?

If you were to split my soul and take away my shell,
You would find 4 different layers, 3 of heaven, 1 of hell.
See the man of blue on a hill, armored with shield and sword?
He is the Knight, the gentleman, and His honor, his life, is his word.
Now look upon the boy there, sitting under the tree.
The dreamer, the child, and the loved, that shall be he,
If you strain your eyes far to the west, you can see number three,
He is my bard, my wanderlust, the poet who travels off so free.
Now the fourth, the darkest life, my flipside of the knight,
His anger is very great, his pain adds to his might,
From the past he was born to bear my burdens heavily,
But he knows of all good things, and is kept in check by the three.
If you were to see past my eyes and past this mask I wear each day,
You'd see them sitting there; What does Your soul have to say?

Ever do Haiku? here is a reallllly old one of mine.

All alone I sit
Words fly around my head now
I am never known.

Had to do a poetry project in High School. First time I ever wrote under a specific guideline. This is my sonnet.

Who dares to speak out against Love, true Love?
How foolish are those who only know hate!
For true love springs from God so high above
This worldly plane; Love's soft touch hunger sates.

A burning hunger caused by sadness or
A spreading sickness, a disease inside.
Love's cool touch, never being felt before,
A blossoming flower thou cannot hide.

But even so love, as the bright red rose
Holds thorns that cling, scrape at my heart like claws.
Yet hold! In love I can find my sweet repose,
And see through any of my true love's flaws.

All I ever hoped for, that I not miss,
Gentle whispers, my love's passionate kiss.

To and Fro
March 2, 2001

Do people ever begin to love,
Or is it a random chance,
Will they ever soar like a dove,
Or miss out on romance?
Do human beings ever care,
Or do we just get by?
But when we want to tarry there
We each often die.
A little bit inside of us
Falls away each time
We have betrayal of our trust
Just when the bells start to chime.
So listen carefully reader please
To my desperate request.
If you truly love them,
Stick with them, forget the rest.

These chains that bind me
Pull me down,
Make me drown.
Seein' thru new eyes again,
It's still new
It's not true.
Nothing is the same,
But it's the age-old game
I', totally out-done
Can't ever have my fun.
Claws shred at my heart
Rip me tender
Long and slender
My ears hear my own cries,
Soft mewling wail,
As I slowly fell.
Nothin' is the same,
But it's still an age-old game
I try to win at my own pace,
But I get left in last place
My blood runs slowly out
Beautiful red and alive,
It drips to the tile floor,
Soft whispering drops
The flow never stops
Nothing is the same
But it's still this age-old game\
I'm 3rd Will and alone
No one to hear me groan
No one to care about me,
No where to go, no one to see.

I wrote this on a night that I was abandoned by all close to me, and tried to slit my wrists. As you can tell, I did not succeed.

Marred Mask

Paint up your face, Pretty Girl,
YOU are the center of the world,
You will is law, whim is rule,
Wake Up! You act like a fool!

Open the eyes of truth,
See the reality,
Get up, just start to move,
Be in this reality!

Dressed up but Naked,
What did you think they'd see???
Not all guys are Gentlemen,
And few are anything like me.
You claim you love; cry to me,
Do you want to feel better, Rose?
Change this path you long ago chose.

Now the mascara runs
Down an ice-pale cheek
Cigarette shaking, deal done,
A blue-white flowing creek.
Your tears flow, marr the mask,
You don't want it, you don't ask,
I simply sit, Hold you close,
I pray that you didn't overdose,

You won't realize what you mean to me,
I cannot ever let you see
The pain I hide away keeps you safe
And now only I ache,
You know not that when you slept,
I beside you bitter tears wept.

Marred Mask (cont.)(yes, this is a long poem in how I wrote it.)

Drop the razor in the sink
White porcelain stained ruddy pink
I'll stay even if you don't want me to,
Because I still care about you.
No good, No good for me,
But still you just won't see
I care too much, I hurt for you,
The pain you self-inflict, the drugs you do,
It only rends my heart to shreds.
I'm afraid you want to be dead
Live! Live! Live! Live!
You have so much love to give!
And Receive if only you knew
How much I always loved You.

For D'Winter.

Kinda goin thru my older stuff there. Those are mostly 2003 early 2004. Hope you like. New stuff soon!

Wow, I love your poems!! Am now a fan of yours notworthy

More! More! More!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Since this is kinda my thread unless i go the way of the apple IIE, I gotta say something. There are some really negative, poem-bashing Mofos in KMC. Hey guys; You Dont like it, Learn To LOVE it. This aint burger king, you will NOT get it your way so stfu and soldier on. Now that my rant is over, how bout some more poetry.

I agree wholeheartedly!!! This is a place for people to share their poetry; this comes from the heart, the soul, and the private minds of the writers, and they don't appreciate you sitting there and bashing it even if they DID ask for an opinion. Saying I didn't really like it is good enough; you don't need to go into excruciating detail.

I am sooo a fan even more now than before!! You just have so much talent its incredible.....

Originally posted by Coldfire
I agree wholeheartedly!!! This is a place for people to share their poetry; this comes from the heart, the soul, and the private minds of the writers, and they don't appreciate you sitting there and bashing it even if they DID ask for an opinion. Saying I didn't really like it is good enough; you don't need to go into excruciating detail.

Exactly- both of you! Some people don't realize how heartbreaking it is to have your poetry criticized- not constructive criticism, that is. *sigh*

Yeah they don't, and their ignorance hurts too. And don't anybody DARE say "if it hurts then don't post them here" !!!!!!!!

thank you both. LOL yeah, there are some very ..... bescheissen people on the KMC lines. I hope they can Grow Up and Get A Life instead of demeaning others to feel like they mean something to this world.
Coldfire, I am glad you see poetry that way. It is nice when folks realize what this stuff is; Not just random ramblings that rhyme, but heart and soul laid bare to the world. This is Yours, mine, all of our dreams and as a great poet once said: " Tread softly, for you tread upon my dreams."

more to come, yo!

My face shows no lines of age,
Save for my scars from being a page,
The cuts upon my arms have healed,
My heart is more open, new love unsealed,
These boots show wear, but still trudge on,
My sadness was here, but now it's gone.
My body itself still shows signs of youth,
Only my eyes could tell you the truth.
Those damning orbs bare clear my soul,
One look inside, you shall see my whole,
Pierced deep by their cobalt stare,
Would you run, or just stand there?
Can you take in all I have to feel?
Will you stay and test if I'm real?
Or instead run off just like the others?
I just want you, I don't want to be lovers.
I just want to hold you to me so tight,
I want to come home to you every night.
I want to dance only with you each day,
And only you do I want to watch sashay.
I wish for your kiss and yours alone,
I want to hear just you when I get the phone,
Just you and you alone with me.
That I believe would be
Heavenly.

I watch as you slowly make your dance around heaven,
Laughing as you decide to sprinkle me with rain.
I lay on crisp grass in the glade by my den,
Enjoying the sunshine, easing away the pain.
Lone and always so I shall be here in the forest of dreams,
She used to come and visit me often, before,
Coming to ease my nightmares and gently quiet my screams,
But I fear I shall never see her here anymore.
The bewitching woman once came to me every night,
I could tell her all the things I saw or felt that day,
She would massage away my anger, my sadness and fright,
This Lady could turn deep Winter into late May.
A look from her eyes to mine, and I was hers,
Her lightest touch would surge through my vein,
Her breath on my skin would have me in shudders,
Her love kept me here and helped keep me sane.
Now she is gone, like the wind through this wood,
And I am here yet again by myself alone laying here,
I would not bring her back, even if I thought I could,
I just enjoy my time alone, and think of her, my dear.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
thank you both. LOL yeah, there are some very ..... bescheissen people on the KMC lines. I hope they can Grow Up and Get A Life instead of demeaning others to feel like they mean something to this world.
Coldfire, I am glad you see poetry that way. It is nice when folks realize what this stuff is; Not just random ramblings that rhyme, but heart and soul laid bare to the world. This is Yours, mine, all of our dreams and as a great poet once said: " Tread softly, for you tread upon my dreams."

more to come, yo!

Yes, they do need to grow up and get a life.... preferably very soon....

Well yeah, of course I see poetry this way. I mean, when I write it, it comes from my heart and soul. It may start out as a random idea, but soon you end up wrapping yourself into it, possibly without even realizing it. In all these poems I've read you can FEEL and SEE the heart and soul of the writer, and most of the time you can also begin to see the character of the writer as well from what they've done in the poems. That's why it irks me so when people sit there and totally diss other people's poems. No, not everyone has to like them, but then all they have to say is "I don't really go for this poem," instead of stomping it into the ground, and maybe even suggest how it could be improved if the writer has asked for that.

I think I like your poems more and more every day, Dreaming Warrior. They are just incredible!

*humbled* thanks. more to come. gtg to sleep... ugh... ill see you all back here with fresh and new stuff tomorrow at uh.... 7 am or so. ciao!

Bless God and whoever invented the ignore key!!! I just found it again. OLBH, I wish at times I could really flame you, but... I like the forum more. So, now I dont have to see you treating others as stepping stones to reach your most LoFtY perch... cad.

On a positive note, YAY! Off Day! (from work, yo!) and I get to spend time here writing just for you all. Hahhahahaha!

Can the Unbeliever believe again,
Drawing his Sword in pride?
Will the Armor silver gleam again,
On his Steed swiftly ride?
Can the Warrior battle on again,
Tired as he may be?
Is the Lady still waiting for him,
At home, patiently?

What Side Do You Hide?

If you were flipped like a coin,
If your mask was fully erased,
If your 2 selves were cojoined,
What would we see on your face?

Would you be hard as cobalt steel,
Or soft as delicate lace?
Would you be fake, or be real,
Acidic, neutral, base?

Could you still tell the lies you told,
Open as you have become?
Would you be timid, or be bold,
Intelligent or just plain dumb?

Do you hide a dragon on the inside,
Or perhaps a frightened mouse?
Do you hold onto a Wolf's pride,
Or too shamed to leave the house?

I have bared my soul to you,
Feel free to look around,
Would you open up to me too,
Or logoff without a sound?

My life is mine! Not yours to rule!
I am me! I am not you!
I will not lay down and die in peace,
I shall fight and I will not cease.
My sword in hand, shield buckled on,
My armor strapped down, my fears all gone,
Boots cinched tight, Helm closed fast,
This battle will not be my last!
You however shall tast of my steel.
Its stinging lash shall be all you feel.
When I am done, to home, I'll return.
And then my bloodlust shall no longer burn.

I reeeeeeeally like your warrior themes in these poems.... they've sparked my writing creativity..... Think I'll go home and write up a story....

:bow: thanks. Its who I am and how I live.

Yeah, that's what it sounds like.... your poems almost make me feel like I was there.....

thanks

You're welcome. Put some more here please!

(coldfire)*whipsound* WORK slave!!....
(Dreaming Warrior) Yes mistress!!!

I love them, DW! You're really, really good. Just spoil us

Great poems


Need to write more

*deep voice*Okay, babeh.... hahaha

Jeez... fine, here ya go in about 5 min.

Haunting

My eyes are shut as I lay upon this cold and empty bed,
But I can still sense your body's warmth on silken sheets of red,
Your kiss still lingers on my lips, and forever tastes so sweet,
My skin can still feel your touch, my chest your heartbeat,
Your fragrant mane of raven tresses I can feel on my face,
That skin so soft, so pale and tender hidden by purest lace,
The fingers lovingly holding my cheek as we fall asleep,
Then I shake my head, remember you're gone, and I begin to weep.

Hopefully ejoyable.

It's very cute, and sad at the same time.

I like it.

volgeln typos...... thank you. Welcome to my nightly ritual...

*laughs*

Your silly

hahhaha which part? goofy i am, but serious too. is what happens when you and a fiance part ways. God i feel old.....

Is anyone on KMC that is older than I am btw???

dw...i am older than u lol

Hahhaha For real??? Like what, by 2 minutes??

JustJakk, The FunnyMan

Word, now hear this...

JJ Funnyman, always near,
Wipes away each and every tear,
Best friend in life and never fails,
More trustworthy than churchbells,
Coolest Cat you'll ever see,
Wildest man, 'Cept for me,
Ok, 2nd wildest, anyway,
Here he comes to save the day,
Makin you laugh from Night to noon,
This guy can draw up some mean lookin' toons,
Life can never bring him down,
Takes a grimace, turns it upside down,
Guy so loving, Trust me, the ladies see,
And this world cant handle all He'd be,
You keep pluggin man, she'll turn up soon,
A surely as the risin moon!

Wow, you are, by 2 years... man how did I miss that???!!!???

What about me? *laughs*

Heh? you are not Old, like me and JJ.HAHAHHA You wish for a monogrammed poem, too?

I want a poem about me *laughs*

Because I'm so cool... Well not really but i still want one.

*side splittin laugh* ho ho ho.... hahaha hehehe... i am really laughing irl this hard... hard to type ...... hah ok. ok. hmmm... i dont know you as well, so some is assumption, with out the ass of umption.

For The Lady Vaya

Stop where you are, and do not blink.
Tresspass no more, don't even think
To take one step more would be a mistake,
Vaya's hunting by her quiet lake,
See the lithe form move from tree to tree,
Supple and muscled, moving silently,
Cream-White skin up to pointed ears,
No anger, no sadness, no remorse or fears,
Watching over a spotted new fawn,
She blinks crystal eyes as Vaya see the dawn,
Flitting and flying amongst this glade,
It seems she melts away in the shade,
Small sword, small bow, and small body to bear,
She lives and enjoys this life without care,
Uh-oh, she spotted us! There she goes!
Don't bother following. Only she knows
These twisted and dark paths she walks
For here she lives, sleeps, eats, and stalks,
Time to go friend, before she changes her mind,
Perhaps we'll see more on the morrow, next time.

Sir William

hope you dig it.

Stunning

This day started out just like a country song
Felt like I had burned down the trailer, lost the dog,
Truck broke down, and my woman left me alone,
Just my whiskey and sins I had to atone,
Then you came along, baby, just a look and life was fine,
Traded my sadness for your love and the whiskey for wine,
One simple smile and I was flying higher than a cloud,
The touch of your lips destroyed the darkened shroud,
Your sensuous perfume piercing my nose,
Those astounding eyes make me feel like time slows,
Whenever you are near me you make it all alright,
I don't need food, sleep, strength, or sight,
Just you and you alone, you fill my void inside,
Only you can bring me out and accept all I hide.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Haunting

My eyes are shut as I lay upon this cold and empty bed,
But I can still sense your body's warmth on silken sheets of red,
Your kiss still lingers on my lips, and forever tastes so sweet,
My skin can still feel your touch, my chest your heartbeat,
Your fragrant mane of raven tresses I can feel on my face,
That skin so soft, so pale and tender hidden by purest lace,
The fingers lovingly holding my cheek as we fall asleep,
Then I shake my head, remember you're gone, and I begin to weep.


really sweet, nice

As are all your others.

Love the poem about me

It's spiffy

thanks gals. more to come.

For ColdFire

I asked a simple question once upon a time,
"Show me your hidden self if you dare"
M'Lady Cold did at that and inspired this rhyme,
But I bet she has much more to share
Inside her writing see you youth and energy,
Freedom and joy abound in her soul,
Her lovable presense awakens in me
Happiness, and seems to make me whole.
Bright as Dawn's first light breaking,
She leaps at a chance for having fun,
Sadness near her is surely breaking,
Let's all alight and follow her run.

Very nice.

simple and effective. hope you like.

Great poems man, I love the first one. Very emotional.

thank you. got a whole lotta catch up to do. I used to write 1 a day, but i kinda lost time for a while... wanna get back to my old way. haha.

notheray spiredinay assietay
pig latin for the uninitiated.

A simple man found an extraordinary truth,
He was an angel, not a youth,
Wings of satin, lifting him high,
He dicovered his gift and why,
Why he had to endure so much pain,
T'was to help other again and again.
Ashamed at first for being unique,
He soon began the wounded to seek,
No way to heal, just to defend,
His will shall not give way or bend,
The angel-man stands tall and firm,
His enemies only see eyes that burn,
Covering with his very wings the hurt,
He awaits attack, strong, stalwart,
When the fight is over, he takes away,
The person he came to save that day,
Alone he can only do so much, you see,
'Twould help if he had a helper or three,
But onward and foward he'll always go,
Against this world, against the cruel flow.

Another day of writing is just about done,
I have had my laughs and had my fun,
Gonna kill some demons with my Bro,
I'll be back by mitternacht though,
To check the Forum, and to say the least,
I love this place we call KMC!

I walked a thousand miles alone, no love for life in me,
I saw so many people I know, I thought they my enemy be,
No care for others in pain or dying, I lived my life selfishly,
I never really realized the truth, that one had once died for me.

A poor man born a long time ago, into a soulless world of hate,
A young man who loved all he saw, a boy who'd appreciate,
All of life, the rich, and downtrodden, with him equals they'd rate,
And his pure soul, his offering this cruel world's hunger would sate.

I found the truth, rather it found me, Just as the blade began its run,
And now I love and live for him, for you; as all who live under the Son.

Sir William

^^^ a sonnet for God ^^^

Wow..... those are goooooood.

tanks... tassie and you need to write more... haha see you in the evenin!

A poem for D'Winter.

Walking alone in this misty dream of mine
I saw light ahead beckoning me ever onward.
Struggling with fatigue and wanting rest
I stumbled into your home and world.

Opening the ivy-coated door slowly,
I entered from the chilled night air.
The first thing I saw when I removed my helm
Was you in your gown, sitting there.

A fire stoked hot to drive out the cold,
A pot with delicious stew readied,
I started to fall to my knees in relief,
But you reached out and I steadied.

I bowed low, and said "Hello."
"Fare thee well on the evening?"
You just smiled so sweetly and bid me come in,
"Tis just you I am receiving."

You told me you awaited my coming,
Knowing I would not be long,
And soon you had me in your palm,
Singing your seducing siren's song.

As I rest my weary body by the flame,
You lay beside and comfort me,
The wine helps me sleep without evil dreams,
And I cannot help but hope to wake up with thee.

Then here in the real I open my eyes,
I see the dawn is growing,
I shed a tear for we never said goodbye,
But tonight I'll return knowing...

You are awaiting for me by the fire,
At the midnight and in the wood,
I'll bring you a kiss that will not fade,
As any knight to his lady in dreams should.

My rest shall be completed and I will go on,
The cycle continues endlessly.
But one day I know the dream shall be real,
And the Kiss? Hold onto it for me.

cry Wow..... That was awesome

Wow, you're so good.. you set me off in another world..
More, More, More

Dude, that poem is one of the best I've read ever! The way you write is so good!

Give me more... please?

dw is kool yall

i almost hate that i showed him kmc lol...just jealousy


its a sin......but this is friendly jealousy.

so i think i can get away with it

DW is very cool, yeah, but so are you jj hug

Originally posted by justjakk
dw is kool yall

i almost hate that i showed him kmc lol...just jealousy


its a sin......but this is friendly jealousy.

so i think i can get away with it Originally posted by Coldfire
DW is very cool, yeah, but so are you jj hug hahahaha thanks you guys

finally got back online, killed msn and got CABLE HIGH SPEED DSL WHOOOOO!!!! yeah!!! good to see all you again!!!

Originally posted by Trickster
Dude, that poem is one of the best I've read ever! The way you write is so good!

Give me more... please?

domo arigato. i apprecieate it a lot.

Albeit far from me to sink to lower levels of this human condition,
I find that in my life are only contradictions,
Where once I thought that black and white were true and clean,
Now I find only fields of matte grey are to be seen.
Up and down so simple to describe now become twisted together,
Dust becomes as lead, and a pint of mercury as a feather.
The truth I clung to for my life became a lie instead,
The living of this life I discovered was not alive, just dead.
My ins became my outs as my world flipped upside-down,
My joy became my sadness, my laughter became my frown,
How do I get back to the place I thought was reality?

Take a Ride

Bring your trembling form close, closer still.
Concentrate on my heartbeat to drive away the chill.
Are you ready to face this world my way now?
Hold onto me tight; you falling I can't allow.
Here we go! You feel the freedom of weightlessness?
If you get scared, just think of this:
I love you and shall never let go of you, here or down there.
Enjoy this freedom as we wheel about in the nighttime air,
Frost forming on wingtips wide, but warmth from you drives it away.
Smiling as we go into a dive, I could do this all night and all day.
With you I can fly and only with you do I know no fear at all.
I know you are close and all I need do is call.
We soar over the sleeping cities, the quiet waters of the lakes and streams.
You see as I do now this world, the world of our dreams.
No longer bound by your fear or gravity's power,
We can fly together, forever, until the waking hour.
The disenchanting world will beckon soon for us to be waking
But please remember this my love; tonight's dreams are ours...
For the taking.

some people are for flaming others or calling them sychophants when they do not blast other's poems...I just have one thing to say. If and only IF I see something that I can CONSTRUCTIVELY criticize will I give a critical remark. and then, doing so with TACT. I will also accept Constructive criticism with ease if done so tactfully. If done as a jab at the person, or insultingly, I will ignore it. I appreciate all of KMC, and I am glad when someone brings a suggestion to this thread or any other. Rudeness, however, is just unacceptable unless we are all joking.

Sorry folks! hahahahhaa! RANT=OFF...

And now for more poetry...

Great job DW And I agree with ya 100%; some people are just so incredibly rude..... But I'm not gonna get into that again, so yeah

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
some people are for flaming others or calling them sychophants when they do not blast other's poems...I just have one thing to say. If and only IF I see something that I can CONSTRUCTIVELY criticize will I give a critical remark. and then, doing so with TACT. I will also accept Constructive criticism with ease if done so tactfully. If done as a jab at the person, or insultingly, I will ignore it. I appreciate all of KMC, and I am glad when someone brings a suggestion to this thread or any other. Rudeness, however, is just unacceptable unless we are all joking.

When you are older you will realise:

1) It doesn't matter if some people dislike you.

2) You can't please everybody.

3) Honesty is a far more valuable quality than empty platitudes that mean less than the sum total of their letters.

4) All criticism is constructive, it just depends if you agree with it or not.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
When you are older you will realise:

1) It doesn't matter if some people dislike you.

2) You can't please everybody.

3) Honesty is a far more valuable quality than empty platitudes that mean less than the sum total of their letters.

4) All criticism is constructive, it just depends if you agree with it or not.


You keep saying that: when you are older.... Well then here's a question for ya OBLH; how old exactly are you????

In stars or galaxies?

Seriously, how old are you??

I'm not ageist, so my age isn't really an issue. It's only an issue when you and your pals start making immature and ignorant remarks. For example, I haven't seen one comment that you have made regarding anyone's poetry that is divergent from "Ooo, I like it. It's good." - These kind of comments are essentially the same as stating "I agree"; they add nothing to the discussion. I'd prefer someone to tell me how terrible my poems are and explain why, than simply state "Good". It's so boring.

But actually how old are you?

Originally posted by Coldfire
You keep saying that: when you are older.... Well then here's a question for ya OBLH; how old exactly are you????

When I am older?!? Hmm.. to gratify the fool or not...

1. I dont give a whoop if you dont like me; Just dont post on my thread.

2. Pleasing anybody is not why I post here. I am doing this for myself.

3. "Empty Platitudes" ??? When I post, unless joking I fully mean it.

4. Not ALL criticism is constructive. Like I said, if done tactfully It is. If not, you are just wasting our time and forum space.


Here is a tip OLBH. Stop posting on my thread. Period. You dont like it, stop coming to this thread. I will not type about you, or pay anymore attention to your posts, Here or elsewhere. If you continue to post after this, I will report you and continue to do so until you are removed. I do not wish to spen my time having to sort through the garbage you have placed on KMC.

And folks said there is no GOOD in GOODBYE.... hahaha!

I agree with ya DW. I'd like to see some more poetry now please.

Sorry for the rant folks. how bout that poetry??

For Coldfire

You say you always see me laughing, and to tell you the truth I am.
For here without fear I can show to all the one I hide, the man.
I unafraid of my face can open up and reveal my heart and soul.
You can reject me here and ignore me, or accept me as a whole.
I feel as free as my dreams of flight when I can type away my care
And I can see beauty in those who freely their own souls bare.
Some like you can make me laugh and grin at the crazy way you are,
Some like Tass can make me weep as I remember my own scars,
Then you have JustJakk, my pal in the real, my true go to guy,
Vaya, of course, our elven maid, a vixen so far from shy.
Poor man bordom sitting in his one-horse town, I have been there too,
And we all love Trickster the KMC Jester, I'm kept in stiches with you.
Lady Syren makes sure with Lil' Bitchiness that we all behave,
And of course, one of my fellow warriors, The mighty Prince of Blades,
Misha is last on the list but not least, I pine for her return,
The great KMC family, we're all here watching the net-fire burn.
So bring the marshmellows, bring on the weenies, get some steaks and beer,
Hmm.. second thought get coke instead, adn let us all enjoy this year.

hahah! a bit of fun for everyone, both young and old alike.
You have all touched me in a good way inside, and I enjoy each and everyone of you. Glad to be here! Ciao!

There ya go Cold.