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That was really good!!!

I got another one coming.

I should have another one soon.

I like the depth of feeling in your poems Prince! Good job!

THE POWER OF ME AND YOU... nice ending... I like it..

Thanks

Ooooo I see where that one came from. Nice!

<Darnnet secrets out>

Well your secrets safe with me!! hug

Here's another sorry for the lateness:

Mortality
O why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
Like a fast flitting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.
The leaves of the oak and the willows shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high,
Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
The child that a mother attended and loved,
The mother that infant's affection that proved,
The husband that mother and infant that blest,
Each -- all are away to their dwelling of rest.
The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure -- her triumphs are by:
And the memory of those that beloved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.
The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.
The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman who climbed with his goats to the steep,
The beggar that wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
The saint that enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner that dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.
So the multitude goes -- like the flower and the weed
That wither away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes -- even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that hath often been told.
For we are the same things that our fathers have been,
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen,
We drink the same stream, and we feel the same sun,
And we run the same course that our fathers have run.
The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think,
From the death we are shrinking from they too would shrink,
To the life we are clinging to they too would cling --
But it speeds from the earth like a bird on the wing.
They loved -- but their story we cannot unfold;
They scorned -- but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved -- but no wail from their slumbers may come;
They joyed -- but the voice of their gladness is dumb.
They died -- ay, they died! and we, things that are now,
Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
Who make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the change they met on their pilgrimage road.
Yea, hope and despondence, and pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together like sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other like surge upon surge.
'Tis the twink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud --
O why should the spirit of mortal be proud!

Oooo that was cool! It had a flowing quality to it. Good job! hug

Did you copy that first one from that stupid 'Footsteps In The Sand' tract?

Ou, I think I've said this before, but it's one of those comments that never gets tired; for an obviously intellectual person you sure are unbelievably ignorant sometimes

Prince, I can't comment on the poetry and the meanings themselves simply because the religion makes me cringe But you've structured them well and I like the rhythm; you could try to sort out a distinctive pattern in your poetry, if only to reinforce any messages you may be trying to convey?

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Did you copy that first one from that stupid 'Footsteps In The Sand' tract?

No



Thanks I guess. I guess for fairs sake i'll make a my poems a little less Religious.

My sister had a massive headache where she had head surgery so we had to rush to the hospital cause it was that bad. . So as I sat with her in the emergency room, I wrote this:

Sadly

We hold so dear,
our loved ones.
We dare not let them go.
We hold them tightly in our grasp.
"The world will stop for them," we say.

But like many things in this world.
their time is short and well lived.
But time is but a stranger,
who comes in different forms.
He's a different friend for all of us.
And an even odder enemy.

And when he sounds his bells,
and everything goes silent.
Do we let them go,
or, the inevitable, do we fight.

So here I sit,
and in this notebook write.
To tell you of the inevitable,
that i did fight.

And here she lays right next to me.
no longer in pain and tired.
For tonight I did realize
That somethings are worth fighting for,
that is why we have Courage.
If things we must let go,
than Serenity we ask of thee, my Lord.
But most important of them all,
the Knowledge to know the difference.

Here's another called Time.

Time

It can be the worst of friends,
It can be the worst of enemies.
The only difference is,
we know it all the same.

Many empires have fallen before it,
Many kingdoms have crumpled to its will.
Many a civilization has been lost to it,
Many a race has died to it.
The only difference is,
We know it all the same.

Only God can master it,
Only man can learn it.
Only nature can follow it,
Only I adhere to it.
The only difference is,
We know it all the same.

Time is our little servant,
A slave to it we are.
No longer can we control it,
But to it we owe it all.
The only difference is,
We know it all the same.

*first line of Time, it should be Best friend, not wors. Oops

Awww that's ok hug I liked those, and I'm sorry to hear about your sister.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Awww that's ok hug I liked those, and I'm sorry to hear about your sister.

Thanks, you can always make me feel better.in_love

You have the same effect on me dearest hug

Not everything has to be absolutely original....

Nothing is 'absolutely' original, but it's pleasant to see someone attempting to do something different, rather than copy tired, old crap.

Believe it or not, I didn't get it from that, however it is rather ironic. Two of the same motives to write about, two of the same themes to talk about. But two different persons.

Yeah, I agree with ya there. But whatever, you don't have to love them OBLH, and I see you don't. Oh well, not everyone likes everything

Everyone cant be made happy. But at least the majority can.

Yup that's right. And many of us don't post our poems to try and get everybody to like them, but just because we want to or want to know what some people think of them.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Yup that's right. And many of us don't post our poems to try and get everybody to like them, but just because we want to or want to know what some people think of them.

'Adventures in the land of Contradiction' - brought to you by PrinceofBlades and Coldfire...

WOW! Those are great Prince

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
'Adventures in the land of Contradiction' - brought to you by PrinceofBlades and Coldfire...

That's reality.

Originally posted by bordom
WOW! Those are great Prince

Thanks

Argh can't do it now.... Work on it when I'm not so tired k...

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
'Adventures in the land of Contradiction' - brought to you by PrinceofBlades and Coldfire...

Wow.... you know, it almost looks like you just sit here and find ways to insult people there OBLH.... but I'm sure someone like you wouldn't stoop that low for some cheap entertainment now would you? Of course you wouldn't, you're better than that.... hopefully.....

Originally posted by Coldfire
Wow.... you know, it almost looks like you just sit here and find ways to insult people there OBLH.... but I'm sure someone like you wouldn't stoop that low for some cheap entertainment now would you? Of course you wouldn't, you're better than that.... hopefully.....

Hopefully...but before I forget here's a poem for y'all:

O Fortuna

O Fortune,
just as the moon
you vary your state
always increasing
or decreasing;
the detestable life
now difficult
and then easy
with your games sharpens
poverty,
power
dissolves like ice

Often great
and empty,
your revolving wheel,
an evil state,
vain health
always dissolving,
concealing
and veiled
you also strive for me
now by game,
a lost shirt
I guiltily take because of you.

Often my health
and my virtue
are now contrary for me,
affected
and defective
always in torment;
In this hour
without delay
take the pulse of my heart,
which through fate,
she overthrows my strength:
weep all of you with me.

I think it's great hug

Thanks in_love

#love# You're just really good Prince... I'm kinda slow on the poem writing right now, cuz I've been busy, but hopefully I will have time this weekend... gonna work on a happier one

That's good, happy ones are always the ones that reap the greater rewards, or so I think.

Yeah they do

Than good luck.

Thanks

Angel of Death

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She catches my wary eye
Will I see in Her face
all that I have ever loved
reflected back as in a magic mirror?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She take my hand in Hers
Will it feel like stumbling backwards into a piece of music?
Will death be like falling back into dreamless sleep?
Will death be like dissolving back into the elements?
back into Carbon, Nitrogen & Phosphorus?
back into the Earth?
back into the Air?
back into the Water, the Fire, the luminiferous Ether?
Will dying resemble falling into Black Vacuum?
Will dying remind me of falling in love?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She kiss me with Her promiscuous mouth
Will Her kisses drive me out of this world?
out of this body?
out of this mind?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She take me in Her ancient arms
Will Her beauty take my breath away?
Will Her beauty make me blind, make me deaf?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She strip the clothes from my body
Will Her eagerness make me out of breath?
out of sight?
out of hearing?
out of here?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
When She press Her irresistable body to mine
How will Her angelic skin feel to my touch?
What will death smell like?
How will She taste?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
Will She be That One Woman
I have been seeking all my life
In the arms of others?

When I meet the angel of death
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?
Will She be That One Woman
I have been dying to meet?

Whoa.... death kinda intertwined with love.... that was good

Why on Earth did you keep repeating 'When I meet the angel of death/
Will She be lovely and voluptuous?' over and over and over again? Were you attempting to create a poetic expression of watching paint dry?

*sighs* Ok so maybe you wouldn't have done it that way. I guess the rest of us aren't just master poets like you are *rolls eyes*

You mean

Normally I would, but that is a good natured rolling of the eyes.... What I mean is not good natured

Of course.

Originally posted by Coldfire
*sighs* Ok so maybe you wouldn't have done it that way. I guess the rest of us aren't just master poets like you are *rolls eyes*

Colfire, Coldflame...Wind you neck in and let PoB answer the question...Maybe there was a reason the poem was so repetitive...

Are you trying to get at something...

"Like a sinking ship,
this thread does make,
its way to the bottom of the page.

But as inevitably as it is,
we try to bring it up.
But much as we try,
and try hard as we may,
to the bottom of the page it makes its way.

So like the sinking ship,
I shall not intervene.
For old flowers die,
and new ones rise to take the lead.

But old trees last forever,
there legends in the stars.
For we are but forever,
our legends in our hearts.

That's cute

This stanza i like very much. The one truth in life is this; we all one day shall face the Reaper, and be lain to rest. Regardless of stature, age, or anything we hold important in life. Course, Prince, I can get your poetry cause we share most beliefs, sans The Lady and the Pope.

And the young and the old, and the low and the high,
Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.

Oh, and btw, your stuff is good, and it is nice every now and then to see religion around, whether Christ, bhudda, heck even some satanists i know have good poetry.

TO Ou Low Bow Hoo: shaddup. like I told brandino, dont like a poem, dont flame it, change the bedeviled webpage and dont come back. It aint like prince is twistin your arm to read his stuff, you know. Dummelkopff.

Prince, you keep bringin it. You have a nice variance on style, and you have enjoyable poetry. Ignore the Schweinhunds of KMC. They are unfortunately here. Thanks!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Oh, and btw, your stuff is good, and it is nice every now and then to see religion around, whether Christ, bhudda, heck even some satanists i know have good poetry.

TO Ou Low Bow Hoo: shaddup. like I told brandino, dont like a poem, dont flame it, change the bedeviled webpage and dont come back. It aint like prince is twistin your arm to read his stuff, you know. Dummelkopff.

Prince, you keep bringin it. You have a nice variance on style, and you have enjoyable poetry. Ignore the Schweinhunds of KMC. They are unfortunately here. Thanks!

Finally someone who agrees with me! That's exactly what I've been trying to say: If you don't like it, don't read it, or better yet, don't come here.

And Prince does have some really good poems hug And if OBLH doesn't like them, well then too bad. OBLH just likes to be the exception, I think. Or he just has something against teenagers and all their "emotional dramas"......

I love your stuff.. really good, and I find myself reading some of my own emotions/ situations in your poetry, like the one about your own world that no one else knows, yet people intrude with lies, etc.. I can relate. Really nice stuff.


Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo




I guess 'The Lord' doesn't teach originality...

And I didn't know 'The Lord' was a member of KMC.. When did he start posting ?

Yeah no kidding. But whatever, if OBLH trying to make people feel bad, its not working.

**snickers* God is probably laughing at the humans because we are all so freaking goofy.

Oh probably!!

Here's in memory of Coldfire's birthday:

"Happy Birthday" means much more
Than have a happy day.
Within these words lie lots of things
I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Here's in memory of Coldfire's birthday:

"Happy Birthday" means much more
Than have a happy day.
Within these words lie lots of things
I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love. hey that's pretty good...a hallmark moment

and i mean that truly

Yes indeed. *snif* happy birthday Yo! ahhahha!

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Here's in memory of Coldfire's birthday:

"Happy Birthday" means much more
Than have a happy day.
Within these words lie lots of things
I never get to say.

It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I'm proud of you.

But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love.

omg! cry That was very beautiful dearest hug kisses

Originally posted by Coldfire
omg! cry That was very beautiful dearest hug kisses

yay!!!!dance

Lol kisses

HAHAHAH!!! ahh the goofy. brightens the most drab day, no?!?

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
HAHAHAH!!! ahh the goofy. brightens the most drab day, no?!?

Ahhh, DW. I haven't seen you in awhile. How has life been treating you?

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
HAHAHAH!!! ahh the goofy. brightens the most drab day, no?!?

Lol, and what exactly did you find so goofy??

Life is good man, real good. Glad to still be breathin in O2. Just wanna get my residency up here so I can go to college without outta state tuition fees.

Goofy is the Saturday Night Fever (shouldnt it be saturnight? saturday night seems like an oxymoron...) Banana and all the smilies and just nice simple humor with a bit of care. Hahahaha... just is nice to see.

Hey, Prince, where is that poem you promised?? get crackin! hahaha! c ya!

Lol you just make me smile all the time DW, cuz you always seem to be happy Yes Prince, I would like another poem pleeeease

*grins* hey baby, you knooooowwwww what I like.... hahahaha! (chantilly lace by the big bopper i think...) yeah, too long depressed, got happy, and am really glad to be happy!!!

They were told that there was no hope.
The odds were pilled high.
These men and women with family.
Were all marching with guns to die.

But these soldiers were different.
The way they walked, and faught.
These soldiers looked at life differntly,
The way we should be taught.

Because not once did they ever feel sorry.
Not once did they ever cry.
Not once did they ever not give thanks.
On this terrible December nigh.

But these soldiers that I called brothers.
And sisters, who went to war.
Had died that very same evening.
So that I could live another morn.

And so in memory of those Soldiers.
Those brave and True Wild Geese.
You gave your Life for the FTA,
So that children could play again.

In memory of the Wild Geese who died during the tracker wars on June 6th 1999. I dedicate this poem to them and DW.

May the rain fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
May GOD hold you in the palm of his hand.~Motto of the Wild Geese.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
They were told that there was no hope.
The odds were pilled high.
These men and women with family.
Were all marching with guns to die.

But these soldiers were different.
The way they walked, and faught.
These soldiers looked at life differntly,
The way we should be taught.

Because not once did they ever feel sorry.
Not once did they ever cry.
Not once did they ever not give thanks.
On this terrible December nigh.

But these soldiers that I called brothers.
And sisters, who went to war.
Had died that very same evening.
So that I could live another morn.

And so in memory of those Soldiers.
Those brave and True Wild Geese.
You gave your Life for the FTA,
So that children could play again.

In memory of the Wild Geese who died during the tracker wars on June 6th 1999. I dedicate this poem to them and DW.

May the rain fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
May GOD hold you in the palm of his hand.~Motto of the Wild Geese.

great poem dude. and thanks. although i feel kinda stupid, cause i havent heard of the tracker wars.... what happened? (was in a comm blackout in 99)

no I think the years is right though. Anyway I pmed you the whole story. For those who wish to read it also, your just a tap away...

Nice poem

In the words of the MP corp of the Army, hoo-ahh!

Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
Nice poem

*bows humbly* thanks...

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
In the words of the MP corp of the Army, hoo-ahh!

it's hoo-rahh, but who's keeping track

haha whatever. not in the army anymore, so i lose trak of jargon.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
haha whatever. not in the army anymore, so i lose trak of jargon.

niether was I, but it was in Halo 2...

hahahah.

I see you changed your avatar, nice...

Agree to disagree

If at times I don't agree,
I'm not mad,
just think differently.

When at times we both agree,
Don't rejoice,
It only lasts for a second.

But what if we agree to disagree,
would that then make us right and therfore wrong?
Or put us in the wrong, and make us right.

To agree to disagree,
is an escape in it of itself.
But I like, so subject ended.

I felt a little comical today...

Lol nice

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
I see you changed your avatar, nice...
Da, comrade, This is my favorite painting. Go figure why!
Interesting agree/disagree... hm. never thought too much about it... brain... having to work.... bzzzttt!!! blowup hahah! cool man.

Thanks... I thought that every poet should have a commical set. And besdies Blair gave me the idea...

Lol yeah its fun being silly in a poem, although I haven't really done any

Hahha. now that my new brain is in, I declare war on you POB!!!
tomcat rifle raygun robot die, funnyman!!! hahhaaahahah!!!! blowup .... there goes another brain....

lmao. Niiiiice

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Hahha. now that my new brain is in, I declare war on you POB!!!
tomcat rifle raygun robot die, funnyman!!! hahhaaahahah!!!! blowup .... there goes another brain....

No, war. *Snaps fingers* You know I have a pin the reads:

Anytime, anywhere
My snipers can drop you.
Have a nice day

So...snipersnipersnipersniper
*that's about how many sharp shooters I have in real life.*

Travel

I took a car from death.
A fork in the road I met.
In the center stood a sign.
On the sign it did read:
To Heaven take a train.
To Paradise take a boat.
To Nirvana take a plane.
For anywhere else, it's easier to walk.

But before I chose a place to go,
I noticed a man at the post.
He was sitting down,
his hat tipped low.
And he appeared to be sleeping.
As I was about to leave,
the man did say
"Choose wisely, it may be your last.
The greatest things, the most beautiful,
Can be the worst of things. But the simple,
can be the best."

With that I nodded and took a boat,
and to paradise I did head.
And the sight was wondrous.
The beauty sound.
The people were joyous here.
The waves weren't somber
yet not to bright.
The leave of the trees
were perfect green.
The Sun of the beach wasn't to hot,
Nor too bright, which is what I enjoyed.
But as the ship, approached the bay
I halted it and was curt to say,
"This paradise is wonderful.
The beauty is with out comparison.
But my happiness lies not in this.
It's just not perfect, just not right.
This paradise isn't mine."
So with that, the ship turned away.
And left it fore'ever more.

I took a plane to Nirvana.
And upon flew over the field of joy.
Zoomed across the plains of non-suffering,
enjoyed the sight of the evening more.
I walked the plains of enlightenment.
Ate at the town of fulfillment.
Walked through the gates of purpose.
Slept at the hotel of eternal rest.
But before I layed my head down,
A restless feeling I got.
It told to keep on going.
And to stay here I should not.
So I waved goodbye to the people.
I said farewell to my friends.
Said Until we meet again to the town,
and left it in the end.

So tired I took a train to heaven.
Wondering if this was the place to be.
And at the train station, while getting off the train,
The golden gates I did see.
The most wondrous, glorious, spectacular things.
The most gorgeous gate to lay eyes on.
I walked and approached with a jaw dropping mouth.
Eyes watering up from the sight.
I peered through the bars of the gate,
and into the Heaven I did gaze.
And the sight was breath taking,
to see the children at play,
and the adults without a care in the world.
I made for the bar, to open the gate.
To place myself in a world that I knew,
and held close to be true.
And a sensation of recognition took hold.
I felt like I had been here.
I felt like I've seen it before.
And then I remember the old man,
and what he said before I left.
And took on his word,
and returned to the fork in the road.

I tapped his shoulder, and he scooted over
and together there we sat. And for those who passed by,
our response was short.
His voice would sound above all the rest
"Choose wisely, for it may be your last.
The greatest things, the most beautiful,
Can be the worst of things."
And mine would end it all.
"But the simple, can be the best."

My paradise found,
enlightenment achieved,
heaven ascertained.
But the greatest thing of all,
is happiness.
Which, as I lay here, hat tipped low
is my closest companion.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
No, war. *Snaps fingers* You know I have a pin the reads:

Anytime, anywhere
My snipers can drop you.
Have a nice day

So...snipersnipersnipersniper
*that's about how many sharp shooters I have in real life.* grrr.... must....not.....lose....brain..... blowup there it goes again..... damn you ..... ( )

like the poem POB. cool stuff.

Thank you. How many brains do you have btw?

Love

Love
It's a drop of water in a crystal,
it's a long trip without talking,
it's a fruit to be enjoyed for two.

Love
It's a place without space
for things that can not love.
It's something between you and me.

Love is to cry when we say good bye.
Love it to dream while listening to music.
Love is to kiss with your heart.
It's to forgive me, and understand you.
Love is the time in your watch.
It's to search for a place where you can hear your voice..
Love is to create a world between us.

Love,
It's a drop that tastes like honey.
It's like rain in the later afternoon.
Like an umbrella for two.

Love,
It's a place without room
for things that can not love.
It's a thing between you and me.

Love is to cry when we say good bye.
Love it to dream while listening to music.
Love is to kiss with your heart.
It's to forgive me, and understand you.
Love is the time in your watch.
It's to search for a place where you can hear your voice..
Love is to create a world between us.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Thank you. How many brains do you have btw? haha ! have you not heard I am a bionic commando?!!??

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Love

Love
It's a drop of water in a crystal,
it's a long trip without talking,
it's a fruit to be enjoyed for two.

Love
It's a place without space
for things that can not love.
It's something between you and me.

Love is to cry when we say good bye.
Love it to dream while listening to music.
Love is to kiss with your heart.
It's to forgive me, and understand you.
Love is the time in your watch.
It's to search for a place where you can hear your voice..
Love is to create a world between us.

Love,
It's a drop that tastes like honey.
It's like rain in the later afternoon.
Like an umbrella for two.

Love,
It's a place without room
for things that can not love.
It's a thing between you and me.

Love is to cry when we say good bye.
Love it to dream while listening to music.
Love is to kiss with your heart.
It's to forgive me, and understand you.
Love is the time in your watch.
It's to search for a place where you can hear your voice..
Love is to create a world between us. nice.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Love

Love
It's a drop of water in a crystal,
it's a long trip without talking,
it's a fruit to be enjoyed for two.

Love
It's a place without space
for things that can not love.
It's something between you and me.

Love is to cry when we say good bye.
Love it to dream while listening to music.
Love is to kiss with your heart.
It's to forgive me, and understand you.
Love is the time in your watch.
It's to search for a place where you can hear your voice..
Love is to create a world between us.

Love,
It's a drop that tastes like honey.
It's like rain in the later afternoon.
Like an umbrella for two.

Love,
It's a place without room
for things that can not love.
It's a thing between you and me.

Love is to cry when we say good bye.
Love it to dream while listening to music.
Love is to kiss with your heart.
It's to forgive me, and understand you.
Love is the time in your watch.
It's to search for a place where you can hear your voice..
Love is to create a world between us.

cry wow..... that was beautiful.... Lol I'm in such a romantic mood right now

Thanks DW, and coldfire....grrrr naughty

Tell Me

Tell Me
Why do the people no longer smile?
Why do the people carry riffles?
Why do the people hurt one another?
Tell me.

Tell me.
Why are the children abused?
Whay are the old forgotten?
Why are the dreams prohibited?
Tell me?

Tell me God I really want to know.
Why must you now, no longer hear,
When there might be one, who might pray?
Tell me God I really want to know.
Where do you hide all of the truth,
When there might be one who'd know it all?

Tell me
Why do the heavens no longer cry?
Why do the rivers no longer sing?
Why have you left us alone?
Tell me

Tell me
Why are the hands no longer working?
Why are the beggers in the street?
Why must we build radioactive bombs?
Tell me

Tell me God I really want to know.
Why must you now, no longer hear,
When there might be one, who might pray?
Tell me God I really want to know.
Where do you hide all of the truth,
When there might be one who'd know it all?


But not me.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Thanks DW, and coldfire....grrrr naughty


Oooo naughty haha




That's a nice poem.... and those are some good questions you're asking... tho I dunno if anybody knows the answers to some of them...

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Thanks DW, and coldfire....grrrr naughty hahahahhahahaah.....rotfl

^^^good poem^^^ some experience-based answers, if you dont mind.
A: God is there, and still listens.
B: Why? People are fools.
C: It has to be this way to bring about Armageddon and the end of humanity.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
hahahahhahahaah.....rotfl

^^^good poem^^^ some experience-based answers, if you dont mind.
A: God is there, and still listens.
B: Why? People are fools.
C: It has to be this way to bring about Armageddon and the end of humanity.

To bring about Armageddon?? Well ya I can see where you're coming from there. And yeah people are fools. "People are stupid; they will believe anything they think or believe to be true" (from a book by Terry Goodkind)

Originally posted by Coldfire
To bring about Armageddon?? Well ya I can see where you're coming from there. And yeah people are fools. "People are stupid; they will believe anything they think or believe to be true" (from a book by Terry Goodkind)
haha yup! or , in the words of the immortal tommy lee jones, aka "K"
" A person is smart! People are dumb, stupid panicky animals and you know it!" ahha!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
haha yup! or , in the words of the immortal tommy lee jones, aka "K"
" A person is smart! People are dumb, stupid panicky animals and you know it!" ahha!


Hahaha gotta love ol tommy lee jones lol

Yeah well, you know God...actually we dont...so much for that piece of imagry...

Leave

I gave you, I gave you my smile, my hour of love,
My days of sun, my April blue skies.
I gave you my heat, my flower, I gave you my pain.
I gave you my truth myself, I gave you what was.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

I offered you, the skin off my hands. My best time
my humble corner, my nights without you.
My life and my freedom, and a little of love.
The littl that I had, my love, the little I had.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

I gave you, the light in my eyes. My sweet hours.
My bitterst time, my own breathing.
The light of my morning, my fireplace and home.
The song of my sparrow, and a little of bread.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Leave

I gave you, I gave you my smile, my hour of love,
My days of sun, my April blue skies.
I gave you my heat, my flower, I gave you my pain.
I gave you my truth myself, I gave you what was.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

I offered you, the skin off my hands. My best time
my humble corner, my nights without you.
My life and my freedom, and a little of love.
The littl that I had, my love, the little I had.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

I gave you, the light in my eyes. My sweet hours.
My bitterst time, my own breathing.
The light of my morning, my fireplace and home.
The song of my sparrow, and a little of bread.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

How about giving us all a break? Reading that ^ was like ingesting cardboard dipped in glue and sprinkled with tissue paper. Please try to be a little more original next time...Thanks.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
How about giving us all a break? Reading that ^ was like ingesting cardboard dipped in glue and sprinkled with tissue paper. Please try to be a little more original next time...Thanks.

You aren't suppose to be here. You know I could have you banned, and how it is so tempting, but out of good gesture and respectfulness, let alone fatigue, I will let you leave with what ever dignity you have left. Besides I wouldn't want to embarress you like the last time we clashed...

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
You aren't suppose to be here. You know I could have you banned, and how it is so tempting, but out of good gesture and respectfulness, let alone fatigue, I will let you leave with what ever dignity you have left. Besides I wouldn't want to embarress you like the last time we clashed...

Please do not 'have (me) banned'(sic), oh Prince! I know, in your infinite power, it must be tempting! You're too kind...You're too kind! Thank you so much for your 'good gesture and respectfulness'(sic)! Please do not 'embarress'(sic) me like last time...PLEASE! I was only joking about your mundane poem, it's really quite atrocious.

OBLH why do insist on trying to make people feel bad?? Well the key word there is TRYING cuz nobody cares at all about what you have to say. So why do you even try???

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Leave

I gave you, I gave you my smile, my hour of love,
My days of sun, my April blue skies.
I gave you my heat, my flower, I gave you my pain.
I gave you my truth myself, I gave you what was.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

I offered you, the skin off my hands. My best time
my humble corner, my nights without you.
My life and my freedom, and a little of love.
The littl that I had, my love, the little I had.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey.

I gave you, the light in my eyes. My sweet hours.
My bitterst time, my own breathing.
The light of my morning, my fireplace and home.
The song of my sparrow, and a little of bread.

And you did go. May you be happy. You will forget, of what I was.
And I in my window will watch the sunrise dress up in grey. nice work man. repetition makes it good for mebbe a small song.

I like it too And if OBLH doesn't then he doesn't have to come to this thread, or any of these threads

Originally posted by Coldfire
OBLH why do insist on trying to make people feel bad?? Well the key word there is TRYING cuz nobody cares at all about what you have to say. So why do you even try???

Don't bother with him, he is but a waste of time. Even he isn't even worth time to be wasted...

You're right of course. You gonna give us another poem?

like today? haha

How often do you write poems?

Maybe whenever he gets back DW..... hopefully really soon!!

Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
How often do you write poems? me? 1 or 2 a day if i push, sometimes more, sometimes less... depends upon my inspiration. i also do alotta creative sessions in my mind while at work to pass the time. kinda like i posted to cold about.

Lol well that's better than me.... I kinda just randomly do them... sometimes one a day, sometimes 3 or more, sometimes none for a week.... just depends lol

yeah I kinda go with what ever inspires me...

Then you need some more inspiration dearest

I know, usually nature helps...

hahaha have you ever heard of the song that goes " hey baby we aint nothin but mammals"? hahahaha!!Originally posted by Coldfire
Lol well that's better than me.... I kinda just randomly do them... sometimes one a day, sometimes 3 or more, sometimes none for a week.... just depends lol I only write alot cause i got into the habit in school to bleed out anger at the guys who messed with me and the lies I was told. Poetry keeps me sane. (and you can quote me on that!)

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
hahaha have you ever heard of the song that goes " hey baby we aint nothin but mammals"? hahahaha!! I only write alot cause i got into the habit in school to bleed out anger at the guys who messed with me and the lies I was told. Poetry keeps me sane. (and you can quote me on that!)

Lol I just did I did that last night in fact, since my brother kicked me off the computer chair I'll post that one later

Originally posted by canadian_girl45
Change the first stanza. "You and you" kinda take away from the rest of the poem.

duly noted...

Gonna post some more sometime soon Prince??

Nah, i'm depleted...

Awwww poor you hug Hopefully you'll be undepleted soon

haha go get inspired, yo! kiss your waitress, have a tryst with a barmaid, wink at a cashier.... just do something to get inspired !!! hahah!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
haha go get inspired, yo! kiss your waitress, have a tryst with a barmaid, wink at a cashier.... just do something to get inspired !!! hahah!


Or he won't

No, I don't think I'll be writing anymore...

What?? Why not??

Originally posted by Coldfire
What?? Why not?? to ask is to never know the truth....and truth is a double edged blade that cuts to the bone

to never write again prince is to let die a part of you....or even more difficult to do: to stop breathing

a lull is always a part of the creative process, to deny that is to deny that you were ever creative....believe it or not, i find poetry in your random posts behind the riddles and tirade

so why stop?

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
To let a part of me die? What can you kill what is already dead? Truth is blade without a handle. Wield it and prepare to be cut, for truth is a friend to no one. I do not deny the lull, I never embrassed it. I am walking example of the world around you, just another stranger. Let me die and be forgotten...

Are you ok love??

Originally posted by Coldfire
Are you ok love??

fine...fine....

kk that's good to know hug

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
To let a part of me die? What can you kill what is already dead? Truth is blade without a handle. Wield it and prepare to be cut, for truth is a friend to no one. I do not deny the lull, I never embrassed it. I am walking example of the world around you, just another stranger. Let me die and be forgotten... and you say you've been depleted

how wrong you are my friend....and truth is a blade in the hands of children of which we all are

You stop writing and I will make it my personal mission to find you and kick your arse.

*laughs*

You have great talent and we all love to see your poems and posts here, so dont deprive us of the pleasure of your company, P.

Who are you talking to?