Mira

Crosspost from The Muse and Quill Cafe...

 

So long

it has been since

I felt the heat of

skin upon skin;

Felt the beat of

heart hidden within

a chest

 

So long

 

Since I have been blessed…

Thank you Wyvern.

 

 

 

Your contributions here have enriched the experience for every character who proved brave enough to walk into the Recruiter's office , of that I have no doubt. Good luck with your future endeavors and once again; Thank You.

Dig it.

 

 

 

Any plans to add any other instrumentation?

who will eat the world?

when it has finally grown ripe

and falls from its branch

She plugged me into the wall

Just to turn me on.

Just to get me all hot and bothered,

Blowing about like the best of them no doubt;

Just to see if I would respond.

See if I would scream at a chance to tease

Auburn, brunette, or blonde.

Well yes, I've seen all of these,

though the latter tends not to correspond,

And I'll say I love them all

every single strand,

be they short, medium, or long

in length.

Curly or straight,

weak, brittle, or

full of body and strength.

It doesn't matter at all,

this howl of mine is not a complaint,

its the only song I sing

as patron saint

of perfect hair.

I realized that not everyone can visit my Brain Dump, so I've decided to post some of it here. Sorry if this is a lot at once.

 

 

To become Prometheus Unbound

Tumble down Caucasus to the ground

Brush yourself off and have a few drinks

Well what do you know right now; what do you think?

 

"Was it worth it to you?", we'll ask with aplomb

"Was it wort it to you to give us the bomb?"

 

 

Prometheus Unbound, what have you found?

Would you do it again; would you weather the pain

Would you even keep me around?

Or would you take back all of the black weary days you had to spend down

Prometheus Unbound

 

 

Look around Prometheus Unbound

You're renowned Prometheus Unbound

The world ends; and there isn't a sound

Well thanks for nothing Prometheus Unbound

 

Well I know all of your gifts where broke from the start

And that one branch of fire doesn't set us apart

 

Prometheus Unbound, what have you found?

As your cities sink in the sea; crumble down, down to the ground

Would you take back all of the black weary days you had to hanging around

Prometheus Unbound

 

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God never lied to me,

though he often left out details for my own protection

 

The Profit never led me astray

But he never quite managed to point me in the right direction

 

And Buddha never done me wrong

Though I was never quite able to find perfection

 

So now where do I turn, where do I go

When the winter blows and buries my house in snow?

Can the salvation of man be so apropos

And can man trade his idols in a clever quid pro quo

And save himself instead; a mighty gift to bestow

On such an undeserving creature as man.

 

(Has there been greater Justice since this world began?)

 

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What say you rotting ginsberg?

What wisdom do you pass from beyond the grave?

Now that you are joined with the infinite and the worms

what truths have you learned?

From your place beyond this universe;

what truths?

 

What was it like to become part of god?

 

My brothers and I are all failures.

Chewed up and spat out, but still alive.

Perhaps better to have died.

We wander around these too clean streets

dreaming only of filth,

and all our songs are filth

but we sing them still.

 

All of my sisters are liars

They know a tune that they will not sing

Everyone of their faces is smiles,

but they're drowning their pillows in tears

 

rotting ginsberg you failed to mention all of this.

 

Every road ends eventually and leaves you only beat.

What do you do when there are no roads left I wonder?

When your thumb is worn out; there's no traffic for days.

 

The bucket that held all my dreams has a leak,

I can not recall when they all trickled out;

And all the wells have gone dry.

My digits grow cold

and my hands can not hold.

 

Rotting ginsberg I hope we never meet.

 

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I met God face to face and offered him a cigarette,

asked him to sit down, if he'd maybe like a chat

And so he sat and for a while we talked of this and that

Until the moon crept 'top the treeline, I remember it was fat,

And a moonbeam struck his eye, and he looked about to cry.

I can no longer weep, I supposed that's why I'm not divine.

 

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I've realized it means nothing to be penniless in a bankrupt world.

And that the plan won't be revealed or unfurled

And they're going to hold on to it.

And you're going to have to find it out on your own. Alone. We're alone.

 

Now I'm talking to myself on the phone

And I don't like the words that I'm hearing

But it's all the result of my rearing,

All the blame conveniently diffused

Does that mean all my faults are excused?

Does that mean I've been disabused?

 

"Doubtful", that voice says, amused.

 

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God isn't old, he's young

as ageless as a beam of light

And he's screaming at me from the Sun

Crying out ,"It'll be alright!"

But the vastness of space is dumb

and the vision of a man is slight

A truth so often shunned

But its bright white light in the night.

 

 

And I'll do what I have to do to fight

For that bright white light in the night.

Without any malice or spite

For that bright white light in the night.

I pray that the words I write

Find that bright white light in the night.

That the words may somehow ignite

That bright white light in the night.

The Dispossessed - Ursula Le Guin

 

Collected Works - Allen Ginsberg

 

You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense - Charles Bukowski

I have not forgotten you. You have forgotten me.

George R.R. Martin - A Game of Thrones, A Storm of Swords, A Clash of Kings, A Feast for Crows - Breezed through these four books quite fast. Very captivating reading, has you turning the pages very rapidly. Now I can stand in line with all those people who've been clamouring for the fifth book for a couple of years.

 

You should check out his short stories while you wait. Specifically A Song for Lya.

Everyone left, yourself included. Slowly, almost too slowly to notice, they packed their things and walked out the door.

 

 

Can't really have an active board with no members.

I've never understood what a Geld was...what is it?

 

$ € ¥ etc...

 

 

We use to earn and use them during seasonal carnivals, an event that we haven't held for some time, but hopefully can resurrect.

The Communist Manifesto - Friedrich Engels and Karl Marx

Great to see you around.

Godspeed sir.

Chords?

It is 7675 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date

 

Or 21 years, 5 days excluding the end date

Alternative time units

7675 days can be converted to one of these units:

 

* 663,120,000 seconds

* 11,052,000 minutes

* 184,200 hours

* 1096 weeks (rounded down)

I'm glad to see you back around these parts Justin. Your words are always welcome and I hope to find the time to critique them throughly in the future.

Guitar Hero, or Guitar Hero II, both on ye olde PS2 - go, my son, and rock.

 

Or both.

 

Both is good.

 

I liked the songs in the first one more, but the mechanics are much better in the second.

 

But both games rock, hard.

Well, there's lots to be said about the upcoming expansion.

Or the new talent trees.

Or the PvP Honor overhaul.

 

 

Theres probably other things too.

My guitar and my trunk of books. Assuming a trunk of books counts as more than two items, I'd grab whatever notebook I was currently writing in and a pen.

Simple and elegant, I wonder why you don't post poems more often, for they are always beautiful.

Nice imagery, but I seem to be missing the message.

Awesome man.

 

I've been seriously thinking about trying to get some stuff published myself, how did you go about getting your work out there?

Watery graves, far away from shores;

The Patriot praises, the sailor deplores.

The Widow hides letters in secret dresser drawers,

And curses her heart; another casuality of the war's.

She makes her way dockside, past the rigging and oars.

She stands on the planks where her lover's ship moors,

And to that desolate and empty sea she scurrilously implores,

"Give back to me the dead!" but the ocean only roars.

 

 

"In the land of Shinar lies the city of Ur"

Have you ever wandered around this town alone all night just so you could see the sun rise over the river?