This will be my first post on these forums, so be nice. 
Ah, such is life whence the mind is clear,
upon its grasps exists no contention,
nor does it have a measure of pleasure,
like a bird unrestricted in the hours of glory,
it soars through the air unraptured and unheeded.
I wrote this along time ago, in fact, it's the only one i've written in years -- exluding the ones one was forced to in elementry. Well, the below
was never really a poem, but I just made it into poetry format. So, that's two poems.
Deep
[edit on 21-1-2005 by ZeroDeep]
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Wait, I wrote this to a freind for fun. Don't laugh, I was drunk --as usual.
I have only moments sweet Soni,
my soul has begate great dispair, tragedy, and turmoil;
oh sweet disparity, chide thy foul tounge;
bring forth the hounds of hell;
cast thy soul unto the eternal clenches of Sheol;
salvage those discombobulated manifestations of plight.
Oh, my sweet sweet Soni, my mind pains, longes;
ostracize thee no more;
Sweet purgatory, strike thee with humble countenance;
Oh, my sweet sweet Soni, I have just.......farted..
I'm such a geek.
Deep
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beautiful.
The only word i can find to describe your work
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5 years; it took 5 years they say
The man bathed in contrite,
whisked away the children in fright,
bring forth them my way,
Said the man of light,
suffer upon me those naysayers,
bring forth those sheep makers,
suffer upon me those lost in plight.
Well, that's all I can think of so far, I'll finish it off when my mind decides to play along with me.
Deep
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 ...and I really liked this bit:
bring forth the hounds of hell;
cast thy soul unto the eternal clenches of Sheol;
salvage those discombobulated manifestations of plight
Last line was good too.
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Zero, they are very... Deep.
Great reads, keep it up.
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Mackiller was banned? Wow..
Thanks for the remarks. Well, let us try some more.
And upon the clutches of her arms,
I fall astry to the long nights of contentness,
With sweet disparity, she woos me,
Brings me forth to the light inside,
And ponders for me the great manifestations of love,
As if the moment were passed by Gods heavenly grace,
She departs, releases me from her clutches,
She takes heed, for even such beauty must console other customers..
Deep
Ps. No, I don't pick up hookers !!!
[edit on 25-2-2005 by ZeroDeep]
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A fool walks a fine line against the rim of fate,
Singing sweet melodies of death at any rate,
He stops aside, for a moment and thinks,
"Oh my, what is this life of me, that I walk against the edge of fate"
Man, I have to go to school; I'll finish this some other time....just like that other one, which I never did !
Deep
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