Originally posted by FëanorYou really are getting better at this aren't you? Have you given much thought to what we've been talking about, hmm?
[b]An Odiferous OdeO’ Man that Loved life, brilliantly shining;
That sought none but shadows.
Strived, for daily wants and so pining;
Cast his heart nigh to weathered gallows.Beloved more than grey sky covered,
Of clouds moaning bloom.
And touched deeply, sighing the lovers;
Thus sealing fate to doom!Away! Bemoan the cry to Luna’s face.
A pall upon the ever-dark,
When kissed by her cold loving grace,
Therein lay the dwindling spark.O’ Man tread he the road night-coloured!
Nay! The light is lost!
In dreams lay he, as she doth hovered.
The land in hoary frost!The hand trembles to touch the dawning sun,
Retreat away the morn!
Shedding tears come nigh to one,
That lived, and died, but never born! [/B]
Originally posted by FëanorAfter reading this, I see no reasons now why you shouldn't!!!
[b]Autumn Comes the Winter's MornGods and dreams awake in our nightly sleep,
Safely secured within our keep.
To play amongst the fields in Autumn.
Dance and sing the winter’s song a note solemn.Beckon they the trumpets blast.
Chorded notes to hark of a past,
Golden seeming though wintry cold.
Brightly coloured leaves none so bold.Many of these pine for a summer’s day,
When friends and lovers sought to play.
Roust about upon a golden sun,
Of happy times now forever gone.Azure sky voluminously covered,
Of clouds grey low they hovered,
Above the land of bitter chill,
Of lakes and streams and dead daffodils.I gave my heart for a soul to live,
Upon this wintry day.
But love denied my need to give,
So then I felt dismay! [/B]
A Night of Love
What price have I in errant gest paid?
Of a tender bosom’d god-like maid,
That o’erflowed with sweet and tender charm.
And saw not past the haze of Eros’ harm!
Nights we spent in love so she demanded.
But little else was there between us.
To slave and labour if she had commanded,
For what and what? I say all for lust.
And so deemed the gods to suffer I thus,
Eternal longing, un-slaked thirst for her gentle hand.
Pleasured pain denied the broken man.
For soon revealed that it never was.
Nightly love! How to make it last a century!
For the morrow comes, tis faded gone.
Hapless fool, she is not of the gentry,
Her trade is to ply her works past the setting sun.
And soon I sat upon my nest of merry-making,
In wonder and soon abated awe.
Exhausted from love’s tumbled shaking,
And out the door she went without braking.
Originally posted by Fëanor
hey!!!! since when have you been coming up with the witty things, eh?
Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]A Night of LoveWhat price have I in errant gest paid?
Of a tender bosom’d god-like maid,
That o’erflowed with sweet and tender charm.
And saw not past the haze of Eros’ harm!Nights we spent in love so she demanded.
But little else was there between us.
To slave and labour if she had commanded,
For what and what? I say all for lust.And so deemed the gods to suffer I thus,
Eternal longing, un-slaked thirst for her gentle hand.
Pleasured pain denied the broken man.
For soon revealed that it never was.Nightly love! How to make it last a century!
For the morrow comes, tis faded gone.
Hapless fool, she is not of the gentry,
Her trade is to ply her works past the setting sun.And soon I sat upon my nest of merry-making,
In wonder and soon abated awe.
Exhausted from love’s tumbled shaking,
And out the door she went without braking. [/B]
Okay...now for a change of venue if you will, if not! Go bugger yerself! As it's no secret that I AM a fan of Keats...not only did he write/wrote or writ poetic romantic mumbo jumbo...he was also known for his letters to friends and family.
I do not claim to approach nowhere that task, but I wish for a moment, temporarily, just for the time being post maybe one, maybe two stories...and then I'll go back to my usual flava or plain white rice with spam and eggs...yummy!!!
Right. First of all...this is a true story, as it happened to me last night which was Friday. Interesting to me, might not be to you. So if you care to read, then read if not....well don't let the door hit you on your way out! I've changed the names to protect the innocent (as if my friends were anything but). But for those unlucky few that know me oh-so-well but not in such an intimate way but clearly enough to know who these friends of mine are, they will most likely know from certain clues I will have left hanging about.
Clue number one: I've taken the first letter of my friend's name and change it...a bit! Clue number two: see clue number one!
So on to my very real and quite interesting true story!!! Enjoy!
Friday Night Lights and Mango Rum & Coke!!
So there I was. A night like any other night, as it seems of late I have no life outside of KMC. I was browsing along. Doing the usual thing: chatting to NunYah on AOL, posting in the movie thread, yada yada yada!!!
When to my surprise my friend Henry and his ragtag bunch of guys and gal friends decide to show up at my door. I was surprised by the visit as I had thought they were off to San Diego for the weekend, to which I had refused to go because I work most weekends. I asked, “What the f.ukc are you guys doing here?” Henry said, “Change of plans. Everyone decided not to go.”
I thought “hmm”. So after much wrangling and pleading (no not really, but it did sound good…didn’t it?) I relented and went with them to a bar down at Long Beach. When we got there, since it was a bit late (11:30 by my watch) the place was crowded from floor to rafter with all manner of young hot studs and scantily clad chickaboomboom!!! No surprises there. It was Friday night after all.
A group of our friends were already there and had gotten one of those really tall type tables and stools, so we sat. Needless to say the table itself was littered with empty beer bottles and an assortment of half empty glasses of a variety of coloured alcoholic drinks. And not a waitress to be seen, we did our best to clean said litter and placed it gingerly on another table (unoccupied) away from us.
Having done that, we took our places round the table; Henry next to me and Toni his girlfriend next to him and Ellen next to me. Which by the way is Toni’s friend and she has it set in her mind to set me up with her. Tried and failed. But she relents. Gotta give her that for persistence I suppose. Across the way sat Joseph and his girl which was Henry’s ex (kinda odd but not so uncomfortable) then there was Ernst and Ryan with their girls. Oh so now I feel very much the odd man out along with Ellen.
Those I’ve named (the guys) are my close friends, comrades and hockey buddies. I myself am not fond of Hockey but play…well, just because I guess. So we sat, Henry and I got the first round of drinks (mostly beer…good thing too as it’s always much cheaper than mixed drinks) And I…had to have my usual: mango rum and coke. (Oddly enough, when I got my drink, I thought of the pirate social party thread) Hmm. So anyway!
The place was bumpin’, the music blarin’, my head thumpin’ the bass beat of whatever dance song was playing. I looked over and across and noticed that Joseph and Ryan were bobbing their collective heads to the beat (unknowingly though to each other) of the bass beat, which reminded me of that movie of those two silly idiots from SNL Hilarious I thought!!!
And after a while of pretty much the same things: drinks, music, talks and back again to drinks. Oliver shows up! We yelled, “Oliver!!!” And next to Oliver, but vague to our eyes as the room was hazed up by the smoke machine and the pulsating lights and what have you, was this silhouetted goddess. The outline of her shape reminded me of a dancer’s physique. Tight and taught! Slim ‘round the waist. Shapely legs. Ample bosom. Which caused most of the ladies sitting with us to tense up!
I looked at Henry. He in turn looked at me. We both shrugged. When the smoke cleared, or rather the haze as she fast approached our table, we, or rather I noticed that this goddess with the dancer;s fitness…was, well….not!
Oh to be sure, it was all nice. She was tanned, or so it seemed. It could’ve been one of those spray bottle tan. She wore a skimpy top, too tight. An illegally short skirt and the straps to her thong (at first I wasn’t sure, but did after a while) was above the beltline of her dangerously short skirt. Hmm…the mind does wonder.
Her breasts were large but not so large to where Dolly Parton comes to mind. But large like my old avvy. (love that avvy by the way) Large as it was, it fell short of how my avvy looked. Least ways to me. Oh, and she had a six pack on her that made my meager beginnings look…childish. Oh yes, on a request of a friend I’ve started to work on those little buggers, and let me tell you…they hurt like a mother!!!
So she sat. And she had this really coy come hither look to her face as she spied the guys and the competition. By this time, I turned to look at our lady friends and Ellen, when just then they no longer appeared human. Oh yes!!! They took on the form of the common house cat. But the demeanor of these “cats” were that they had their tails straight up in the air, the hairs all a fluff, their backs hunched precariously odd and their sharpened fangs were bared in an evil grimace.
They pawed the air with their claws, or rather towards this interloper and made a horrible screeching sound that pierced all our ears! I shook my head furiously and rubbed my eyes. I attributed it to either the drink or my being tired. Ellen touched my shoulders and asked if I were okay? When I looked again, they were no longer cats but human again, albeit with a scowl deeply etched upon their faces. I nodded yes to Ellen.
It was then that I stared, inconspicuously at Sonia. (Oliver by then had introduced us all) And with Sonia was her equally not so beautiful friend. Short, kind of chubby and homely. Her name was Lisa! So back to Sonia. When I looked, I realised that that beauty she’d carefully made up and crafted, was not true beauty at all. More like a nip here and a tuck there.
Her breasts were silicone. Her tan done from a booth. Her naturally blondish-brownish locks were, coloured. Her lips were botoxed. It looked as if she had gotten a fat lip from a fight. Her nose was unnaturally pixie-ish. The eyebrows tattooed on. (now that was too weird, even for me). But it was her eyes! Her eyes had mesmerised me, only because she had this perpetual look of fear about them. Constantly opened, and when she blinked, they barely touched the lower part of her eye.
And upon closer inspection, (again inconspicuously) I had seen that her face looked as if she had been in a wind tunnel for far too long than was necessary. So yes. This vision of unnaturalness was in some ways disgusting to look at and bordered on insanity. Oddly enough, when we were told she was only 28 years old, I just shook my head in disbelief!! But apparently, with the right amount of money, lacking looks and charm…any guy can get themselves a living, breathing, walking, talking Barbie doll!