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...
Then us grow and become men, for children carry a blade to cut themselves, but men carry it to slice through the curtain of deception. Tear away at the viel of lies, and to cut through the bog of ignorance so that the light of Truth shine through. I am simply taking a very familiar path.
You seem to think you have a right to my poems, remember it is I who gives you the oppertunity to read my poems. Do not bite the hand that feeds you. If I seem offensive, that is because I feel offended...
this is what i call the written art.....painted with words to depict what is in our soul be it filled with mirth or dismay....words that carry us to a world beyond the realities of plain and fen
Than let my poetry be in words, not song. Let me paint the picture with oration, not lyrics. Allow me to move your soul with speeches, not song writes!!! Permit this thread to be closed. So that my poetry of word, may be enjoyed by all those in KMC, for I am but a stranger, let me die and be forgotten
Gender: Male Location: Holding on tight, never lettin go!
? Eh? Sorry, dude. Not my way of doing things. No one, not even Aja, a girl I knew in kindergarten and had a crush on, is forgotten or dead to me. You live in our hearts and are remembered in our minds, and what you ask goes against all I feel as a knight. You live, and you may orate all you want, and yes, it is not a right to see your poems but a simple pleasure, but deprive us not of fair company in these dark hours of life. Too many fools populate our world to let one worthy man fall to the wayside. I say this not to offend, but to exhort you onward.
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Sent from heaven to raise some hell.
Among the countless souls you would pick, the ones with great power, money, possessions, re-known, GLORY!!!! you chose me. I gave to you a gift, small it may have been. But humbly I gave it. And even with such a small gift did you accept it. And when my darkest hour came and past one resilient beam of light did not waver nor did flicker. And towards this light I aw that few stood, but firm they did stand. And as I rose from the fall, and noticed the extended hand, I can't help but wonder whether to accept it, or deny it. But my choice is clear, my decision sound. In this world was I born alone, in this life alone shall I leave it. Why make it different to live it? If in this world our good Lord makes more than one person for us, than I am just one. Because in this world you are but one person, and to none to do you mean the world. I am not offended by your curiosity. But do not deem me an honorable man, until you see me for who I really am...
Because life finally caught up to me, my guilts made known to all. My past has caught up to reek it's foul revenge. And with it the weight of it's punishment. This burden I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and possibly eternity. The rest have forgotten me, you should too...
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Jun 25th, 2005 06:11 AM
Are you ok love?? 
Why do you want to be forgotten so bady??!! 
