Originally posted by Tassie
De nada, and vice versa.for you speak for both of us, there, right now. At least we both have something- in common, i might add- to sustain us through these days. 🙂
Originally posted by justjakk
hey dude...if you allready went by to see that new pic...i kinda messed it up so i am re-doing it......should be done soon...my eyes are beginning to hurt....but have i ever let that stop be before?
An ode to Pip
Drink from this cup the salty brine,
Taste of my chalice my bitter wine,
Enjoy the pain place in liquid form,
Dance with me in my world-storm.
See the warrior on bent knee,
Crying and shaking silently.
Sword on the ground, armor off.
His tears hit the dust so very soft.
Shield at his side, dagger at his heart.
He wants to end what he did not start.
A cry from the darkness calls to him.
He cannot see who called; his vision dim.
She rushes to his side, pulls away the blade.
Her touch and the light heals the wound he made.
A caress to his chest, and he is in her arms.
There he finds rest, from his selfish harm.
She holds him while he weeps till the next day.
She leaves him only when he promises to stay.
Her care gives him back the strength he lost.
He is willing once again to pay this cost.
Up with his shield, armor back on.
Sword in its scabbard, and He is gone.
Walking his lonely road, as the sun comes out.
He follows yet again this quiet route.
They do not share a love, yet they do in a way.
A friendship that is growing each and every day.
And her simple words and the care she shows,
They help him to see less thorns, more rose.
With the words clasped to his heart he fights on again.
And travels this cruel world of evil men.
He searches for the helpless that he will defend.
And looks for the lady with whom time he'll spend.
Thanks to you, M'lady, for the kind words this night, and letting me share my dreams with thee. Thank you also for entrusting yours with me. May both of our dreams become reality. As sure as the sun rises in morning and sets in the eve, I am your knight until this world is sundered.
Sir William
Staring across the smoky field,
Puffing on my cigarette,
Walking tall and walking proud,
Not done walking alone just yet.
Going somewhere, but I don't know,
Can't get my bearings somehow,
All my hopes point to the north,
But I keep walking south.
Drop my smoke and stamp it out,
Sing a sad ditty to just myself,
Guess I'll be there one day soon,
Keep on waking alone without much help.
Here is my heart ripped from my chest,
I give it to you expecting the best,
Can you treat it with care and soothe it's pain?
Will you toss it away in the downpouring rain?
It still beats strong, but erratically so,
The torture and torment beat it down slow,
No quick release no easy injuries,
Just a slow death from this gnawing disease,
For the love I love kills me slowly inside,
I take all your pain into me to hide,
But forgetting its yours rips the tear anew,
I cannot now give it back to you.
As I feel the pain and become confused,
The blood and poison mingle and ooze,
Down this cut below my breast,
I can only stare at my mangled chest,
And the beating bastardly heart, that traitorous beast,
It is still with me, finding no release,
For you do not care that I wither and die,
And turn away as glaze films over my eyes,
Even when I shiver with the chill of my bloody loss,
I knew before I paid what would be the cost,
Like a fool I accepted and signed with my blood,
And like a fool didn't see how you cannot love.
If I am worthy, then so are you!
If the world is false, then we are true,
If I can stand tall, I can hold you high,
If I have wings, together we'll fly,
If I wield my sword, you hold the shield,
Together we can win any war, any field,
We as a team are stronger than one,
We together can move the very sun,
We have power that each resonates,
We ourselves can overpower the fates,
Make our own path, as long as we believe,
Together, there is nothing we cannot achieve!
Danny, The Godfather
(btw, found that poem, but mebbe a little too late. looks like she is never gonna talk to me again. Ha! women. know exactly what they want until they have it, then they are scared of it. sheesh...*shakes head*)
My brother, my friend, the anvil to my hammer,
You'd stick with me even to the slammer,
You wish the best for my life,
Asking for mine before your own,
Pushing me to get the wife,
Protecting my hide with your flesh and bone,
And all you ask in return for your care,
A child from she and I to your name bear,
The mighty Jakk, the god father of my son,
Or defender of my daughter, should she become,
But alas, dear friend, 'tis not to be.
What lady out there could handle me?
Such extremes insouled in my heart,
My hots and colds right off the chart,
One minute I laugh, the next I cry,
One day I live bright, the other I die,
I can burn like the sun high in the sky,
Or be as cold as the striking snake's eye,
I can be a knight as pure as fine lace,
Or be the knave and cheat for 1st place,
I can hold you tight in a lover's embrace,
I can walk away, leaving you empty space.
I am told by many I am the perfect man,
But none can handle what that entails, who I am.
So I think, my friend, 'tis better YOU wed,
I will continue to come home to my empty bed,
And though it is cold and alone at night,
At least when I look back, I know I did what was right.
I wasn't the best or the worst of men,
Just myself, a knight, who couldn't win.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Danny, The Godfather(btw, found that poem, but mebbe a little too late. looks like she is never gonna talk to me again. Ha! women. know exactly what they want until they have it, then they are scared of it. sheesh...*shakes head*)
My brother, my friend, the anvil to my hammer,
You'd stick with me even to the slammer,
You wish the best for my life,
Asking for mine before your own,
Pushing me to get the wife,
Protecting my hide with your flesh and bone,
And all you ask in return for your care,
A child from she and I to your name bear,
The mighty Jakk, the god father of my son,
Or defender of my daughter, should she become,
But alas, dear friend, 'tis not to be.
What lady out there could handle me?
Such extremes insouled in my heart,
My hots and colds right off the chart,
One minute I laugh, the next I cry,
One day I live bright, the other I die,
I can burn like the sun high in the sky,
Or be as cold as the striking snake's eye,
I can be a knight as pure as fine lace,
Or be the knave and cheat for 1st place,
I can hold you tight in a lover's embrace,
I can walk away, leaving you empty space.
I am told by many I am the perfect man,
But none can handle what that entails, who I am.
So I think, my friend, 'tis better YOU wed,
I will continue to come home to my empty bed,
And though it is cold and alone at night,
At least when I look back, I know I did what was right.
I wasn't the best or the worst of men,
Just myself, a knight, who couldn't win.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
haha not gonna get into an argument, but ty anyway... hahaha