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TickingTick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
Moments leading to more limbo.
Ashen second to more grayness.
A neverending sludge of perpetual jadedness.
When will it end?
Will it end?
The suffocating tedium, unabated.
Forever haunting, permeating time and space
With its monotonous tendrils,
Gripping reality to a standstill.
A vicegrip upon the very essence of chronology.
Tick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
FogThe shifting haze, drifting figures
Here a lover, there a friend.
Out of reach, always there
Specters forever haunting.
Wisps of time forever gone
Never seen by worldly eyes.
Ghosts beheld only by the walker.
A fog swirls, things are hidden
Those far away invisible to the eye
Looking forward, only darkness
Never known until its past.
Each step, a fleeting instant
Out of that darkness and into the fog
Everyone, everything, lived in but a moment.
Oh, that the specters would follow
Keeping company along this journey,
Instead of being left behind.
More shadowed with every step.
HoleWondrous majesty, churning in the sky.
Power of the mightiest gods.
Who can withstand its might?
Behold! Rivers spiral inward, never escaping.
Smothering blindness, death to all
Oh, you Awesome Beast, never ceasing your banquet.
Cannot you quench your eternal thirst,
Or satisfy that insatiable hunger?
Woe to any who embrace your touch.
For they will feel your tremendous crushing weight.
BEGONE you slavering tyrant!
Let them GO from your mighty grasp!
For your darkness is no friend to creativity!
To the primordial sea that gives life to all.
I pity you.
You cannot sustain yourself.
Oh! How radiant you were in a distant past.
Spreading warmth and light to a multitude.
But how you disposed of it all.
A mere shadow you have become.
Feasting upon others, a slave to your own destruction.
For if only you had the grace to die
Like your fellows, humble as they were.
Yet all you do is dabble in Dark Arts,
Consuming all in your fight for power.
Your greed denying to others
The very life you disca
RipplesRipples spead upon the lake,
Moving water in their wake.
Oh so gently, lillies move
To the beat of ripple's groove.
Plip! A drop. More ripples form.
Move the reeds they now adorn.
Cover rocks but for a moment,
Making wet in their enjoyment.
More drops fall from twigs and leaves,
More the quiet movement weaves.
Weaving with it's melody
Web of life and harmony.
GrayGray skies to the horizon, clouds block the stars
Air stands still, nothing moves, quiet fills all.
A figure sits amid stone pillars, contemplating
The road he must take in his journey
Alas, to the left lies shadows and thorns
And many perils mark the way
Yet a gentle breeze invites the traveller
Speaking of brightness and healing touch
To the right, many clouds, flowers dot the path
Yet deep within their petals, a mournful smell
Like hidden tears and silent sobs
Sounds of regret and pain everywhere
Which the path that's to be taken?
Pain and darkness for the wisper of truth
Or slight beauty in the way towards gray
That never ceases, bringing fog
Go for the thorns, towards the shadow
For in the hard time, you'll be strong
Go towards promise of the sweetness
Of no regret, and of ever-joy.
CompassI'm so lost, I cannot find
My way through this maze
Do I go left? How about right?
Or maybe I'll go upward.
Oh no, a dead end, now what?
Maybe left in the intersection.
No, that's another dead end too.
This is so confusing.
Onward, onward, though this maze
Let not dead ends laden your soul
Persistence, Courage, Wisdom too
Let these be your Compass guides.
Look a new path! A new place!
Onward, Onward, don't stop now
Close are we to getting out
From this tangled up place.
Compass, point me! Lead me out!
That way's North, let us go east!
There it is, the exit now,
We have made it out, Hooray!
Thank you, Compass, for your help
In our time of greatest need.
Thank you, Persistence, Courage, Wisdom
Thank you, for all your support.
WordsWhat was that, what did you say?
Little known are those words here.
Peace? Laughter? Ever-joy?
I know not those words, I fear.
Sorrow? Pain? Misery?
Those are words I know quite well.
Deep chains bind me, force feed me
These words chase me as from Hell.
Hope, you say? What is Hope?
No more pain and grief for me?
No, Hope does not exist in this place.
Hope is not a thing to be.
Scorching Fires, Choking Ashes
Play me as a worn out drum
Pounding, striking, never leave me
Pain to much to be endured by some.
BEGONE, foul demons! Torture me not!
Desist the torment of my Soul!
Scatter now, and let me be!
Let my life be one and whole!
Peace, quiet, tranquility
Are these things I'll never reach?
Hope you say? What is Hope?
Tell me now, I do beseech.
Turmoil, nothing else I knew,
Hope, a word of nothingness.
Seek a new Life? Pray for strength?
No more will I know distress?
What was that? What did you say?
Internetowe loweInternetowe Lowe
Życie, tak jakoś czasem dziwnie się układa
i czujemy, że w serce jest wbita szpada.
Wtedy no wiadomo, szukamy uleczenia
Bo cóż, każda jest dobra droga do zbawienia.
Niestety często nie pomoże nam rodzina.
A druh jest głuchy na żale jak wykładzina.
Wtedy szukamy dalej i dalej medyka,
bo od ignorowania problem nie zanika.
I tutaj pojawiają się nam Internety,
które mogą budować nadzieje, niestety.
Często jest tak w tej internetowej sieci,
że tam znajdują zrozumienie smutne dzieci.
Samotność jest naszym płaszczem, dobrze okrywa.
Dotyk bliskich nam osób boli jak pokrzywa.
Szukamy dlatego w sieci pocieszenia,
tam z pewnością uciekną nasze zmartwienia.
I tak bajka się toczy, czasem się tak dzieje,
że poznając kogoś przez sieć mamy nadzieje,
nie widząc osoby twarzy, nie słysząc głosu,
The ClockThe clock arrived but was not on time
It was coloured in lime and covered in slime
When I hung it on the wall, it crashed to the ground
So I gave it up and sold it for a pound!
Egyptian BlueToday you must not touch me
as I am precious royalty
and you would pay a hefty fee
if you so much as bespattered me.
I am Cleopatra, yes,
love my face and love my dress,
I am the most brilliant thing
you will ever see.
Caesar and Marc Antony,
everybody worships me,
from the pigments on my eyelids
to my Mediterranean sea.
So kneel down and please behold:
I’m 2083 years old
but nobody will ever be
as fabulous as me.
Just some ways to get kicked out of walmartWAYS TO GET KICKED OUT OF WALMART
1. 'Test' the fishing poles
2. Leave a trail of tomato juice from the bathroom
3. Enter the dressing room and yell "THERE'S NO TOILET PAPER IN HERE!!"
4. Go up to some old guy and say "Grandpa! I thought you were dead!"
5. Look for a guy that has a girl beside them and say "Who is this?" and when he says that he doesn't know who you are say " Oh, so that's how it isw. Well, whatever we had is now over you cheating liar." Then run away crying.
6. Put a wet floor sign in a carpeted area.
7. When the guards chase you, try to get to the aisle where they sell chainsaws and grab the one. Then go to the the toy, grab a teddy bear and say "Stop or the bear get's it."
8. If they catch you kick 'em in the groin and say " That's for my mom."
9. Grab a toy sword and run around yelling "FOR NARNIA!". Then find an old lady and say "AH! IT'S THE WHITE WITCH! SOMEONE GET ASLAN!"
10. Get a toy gun and walk around singing "Secret Agent man, Secret Agent man."
Never A Happy EndingOver a Beer a Psychologist once told me...that there are only a few that he never truely understood,
and the worst out of the whole lot,
was that Little Miss Red Riding Hood.
She told him lies and would often storm of in a huff,
from day one he knew...'this little girl was going to be tuff'.
She told him how...she would cut with a knife,
any Wolf...that would dare give her any strife.
This bitterness she carried with her...through out her whole life,
she never once found love...or was to become someones wife.
In old age... her good vision was lost,
and to this...any poor four legged creature, with its life...would unfortunately pay the cost.
Stuck growing old...as a little fairytale girl,
she ended up going insane...claiming everything had a Wolf like smell.
Then she got institutionalised...when she thought granny was a Wolf...and threw her down the Well.
With more beer...the Psychologist...more tales, he started to tell,
Then there was Prince Charming....who never really got over his
WenglishDwi’n hoffi speaking Wenglish;
I really like siarad Saesraeg.
Imagine the mascot genedlaethol:
Half lion a hanner ddraig!
Dwi’n really indecisive
About beth iaith to speak;
Imagine a rhosyn coch and white
Sy’n gorffen in a leek!
And picture golygfa ddoniol
Of gêm rygbi on Wimbledon green
Gyda people yn bwyta their strawberries a chawl,
Ac yn canu “Yr Hen Wlad The Queen”.
A Collection of Welsh Limericks1.
There once was an old man from Ha’rford,
Whose children and wife had all scarpered.
But so crafty was he
That a thought came to be:
He’d make a new family from cardboard.
There once was a girl from Bethesda
Who’d rather live somewhere like Leicester.
But with cities at least
Eighty miles to the east,
Gwynedd was sadly much wester.
There was a young man from Llanelli
Who lived in the town of Llanelli.
This poem would be better
Without the Welsh letter,
As nothing quite rhymes with Llanelli.
A woman from Fishguard was miffed;
Her new haircut was tragically kift.
So she won’t be alone
Her best friend’s styled his own:
It’s fluorescent magenta and quiffed.
Chris Columbus's Poor FeetIn 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
And as he went, he grew and grew
'Till he no longer could fit his shoe!
This was a dilemma, the voyager afraid,
As the great winds blew and the ocean water sprayed.
While this happened, he thought and thought,
To remind himself of the size he bought.
But now at last the truth he knew,
That this was a day he would forever rue.
For you see dear reader, this land anew,
Was filled with thorns, which stung as they grew.
Eternally Level 19There lives a pokemon without a brain,
A fool from birth, in battle it can't win,
It's one move is splash, it's purely insane,
It's better of getting thrown in the bin,
Maybe when it evolves it could be great,
Become a monster and show them who's boss,
But honestly it takes to long to wait,
Owning this pokemon proves a big loss,
Get it to level 20 if you must,
With the death count building up one by one,
But even if that happenes im not fused,
And to tell you the truth, its over, im done,
So lets all bow down to the magikarp,
The only pokemon thats not so sharp.
The Night Before SkypemasTwas the night before Skypemas
and all through the chat
not a creature was stirring
not even Zark at that.
The tyops were quiet
The chat topic cleared
And there was no talk
of Bob and Pho's beard.
From Robit's end, silence
From Clorin's end too
And Tiny was not heard
speaking to WQ.
When suddenly, lo!
A Great Thing came forth
And Anne exclaimed
Go look at the Source.
For Hussie declared
That an update should be
And so it was made
That was His decree!
And DM and GC
and Yoss, Al, and Psych
Cheered at the good tidings
That came there that night.
And Rissa came dancing
Doc quietly nodded
Even JA was happy
for the good that was brought..ed
And so they all said
on computer screens bright
"Happy Updates to all
and to all a Good Night!"
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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