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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 11:02 am
Rusted copper holds more flavor Something you could never fathom Your soul just simply pierced me through With no warning, no red light, no sway.
I cried bloody tears that erupted from inside An acid taste drenched far to forget A solid month of tears went by Tears for you, I strongly regret.
Moons and stars juggle the years Another has pasted my heart to anew Yet you linger in the misty clusters In my mind, I can still see you.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:21 am
XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
I loved this poem since high school.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:30 am
Bhartrhari (trans. by John Brough) In former days we'd both agree That you were me, and I was you. What has now happened to us two, That you are you and I am me?
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:46 am
Time does not bring relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go - so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Edna St Vincent Millay (1892 -1950)
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:48 am
When we two are parted Lord Byron
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.
When we two are parted Lord Byron
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:40 am
You wanna cry? Read this: Righteous
I found her first at evening prayer Inside the small stone church So shoulder-stooped, so wan with care, The object of my search
She would not heed my tale at first I'm told it's often so She neither fought nor cried nor cursed She simply answered "No."
Just "No.", and turned, I ran behind To ask, "How can you know?" "For God is good, and God is kind And would not curse me so."
But she could not for long deny The power in her veins She said "Christ suffered, so shall I To thank him for his pains."
And so she trained, she studied, fought, Preparing for her war She soaked up all that could be taught And still desired more
No longer pale, but flush with life She strengthened every day Young men, on hunt to find her wife Surprised, looked oft' her way
But like a nun, she'd none of love She could not be seduced For she had him who reigned above
And more, she had St Just.
St Just had been a vampire long Before my father's birth And where he went came Hell along To burn the cursed earth
He made his way, his pack in tow From town to wretched town He spread them wide and laid them low And, laughing, burned them down
And word throughout the village spread As I'd already learned The neighb'ring towns lay bathed in red
St Just had this way turned
They huddled in the dark'ning church Their terrors running wild Til softly, from his stony perch The Reverend Father smiled
The shepherd does not leave behind The lamb tat tiring, falls And God is good, and God is kind He will protect these walls
The walls withstood St Just, it's true He could not smash them in But since he'd learned to climb, he knew He'd have the meat within
It started by the eastern gate One family, still abed Their child cried out for help, too late And fear like fire spread
"To arms!" the men were called, but none Was man enough to fight In St Just's way there stood but one One maiden, dressed in white.
And those that dared to look that night A glorious tale could tell The girl who faced the devil's might And sent him back to Hell
His brothers, hissing, vengeance vowed As from the town they fled "We'll break you, girl! We'll see you cowed!"
"Please try" Was all she said And so the gates were shut upon The creatures of the night
But still the danger was not gone Still all was not yet right
"Beware!" intoned the wild-eyed Priest His voice at fever pitch "A vampire is a heinous beast But worse yet,"
"Is a witch!"
"That girl has power like none before Tis evil, by Saint Paul She walks with Darkness, Satan's whore She's here to damn us all!"
"There's one but one way to save this town And please our heav'nly sire To bring that wanton woman down"
"And purge her soul with fire!"
For most, it does not last so long The smoke their breath will take But she was strong, so very strong She burned up wide awake
I brought her this, this great reward With talk of Destiny She cried out, "Father! Help me, Lord!" But kept her eyes on me
The town made merry, gambolled, dined They'd nothing now to fear
They burned the darkness from my mind The world at last was clear
For God is good,
And God is kind,
But He's not welcome here. taken from 'Tales Of The Slayers'
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 9:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:54 am
Not even a little bit? The poor girl was burned at the stake! For saving them! Bloody priest... and all his "witch" bollocks... stare ((miss michelle says she is made of much thicker skin - lol sorry))
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 9:24 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:37 pm
You with Me....Me with You Written on Monday, October 09, 2006 By me.
I breathe into the seeds of life to find something worthy to pursue my eyes flutter with extreme fancy for the only thing worthy is you.
My soul succumbs into dimensions in search of a piece flown apart yet my piece molds to a new whole which is found only in your heart.
I climb tomorrow with full exertion but continue to fall in dismay but my smile perceives satisfaction for you're there to help me on my way.
Cuts and bruises grow with tears to hinder deeply what I may do but I will endure what comes my way as long as I stay with you.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 6:11 am
I write transgressive - ultra violent METAL lyrics twisted twisted twisted Frenzied Decimation by: hardkoreUSMC
Killing them all is not enough Their souls have survived Their cause a broken fragment That can’t be revived Chase them into the firestorm In Hell they shall be slain Annihilation Will Be Swift Supreme our cause will reign
Bastards they are all; damn them to hell Gaze in their eyes as they die Watching and Laughing as they scream Bodies rotting where they lie Cut off their heads; curse them forever No mercy for their wretched kind Stabbing and Hacking with your dagger No life here you will find
Frenzied Decimation!
Massacre all of their spirits Their souls have not survived Their cause a mental figment That cannot be revived On Earth We Now Return In Hell they have been slain Mortification Will Be Swift Supreme Our Cause Will Reign
Bastards they are all; defile the corpses Quarter them head to toe Watching and celebrating with the onslaught Dissection will be slow Rip off the faces; curse them eternally No remorse for the heathen race Mutilating without limits Torture without taste
Kill them all! (solo: Kore)
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:43 am
you should never put your stuff on the internet. never ever ever. it can be stolen and you have no say in it.
needless to say, beautiful jobs, all three of you. i don't post my poems and songs. not til i get them copyrighted.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 4:11 am
Very smart move. You know, if you mail your poems to yourself and do not open the letter, it is considered to be copywritten (as long as it is not opened that is). wink
I need to verify if that is true, though. So don't take my word for it, not yet anyway.
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