Mira

The poem was good, like warm chicken noddle soup. Mmmmmm....

"Anyway, most dragons are lazy and stupid... ( long pause ) It's behind me right, they're always behind me."

 

"Don't be silly. If this was really the ship's "Self-Destruct Button", do you think they'd leave it lying around where anyone could press it?"

 

"This 250' wall has so many holes, it should be easy to climb."

 

"Don't worry, wyvern don't attack unless they're provoked."

 

"OK! I moon the Balrog!"

 

"A clever bluff, Agent N42, but not clever enough. You see, right away I recognized your `pistol' as a cleverly disguised cigarette lighter."

 

Ohh and Tass, you forgot the most feared words to leave a Kender's lips: " I'm bored..."

It says in your profile that today was your birthday, so first of all Happy Birthday!!!

Oh yeh... The poem was was good, I liked the laughing at the stupididty and smile at the ignorance part.

In truth though, I need those slow witted conformists, who else will be the slave labor when I take over the world?

 

Keep up the good work!

If only they would fight wars with words

http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif Where's the actual guitar parts, I want to play this. You have to get them to me.

It's never too late to say what you think, in fact it might be just in time.

I was reading through the notebook that I write most of my stuff in and stumbled on this poem I wrote back in November of 2000. I don't I've posted it anywhere so here it is.

 

I look out my window

Into the darkness

My eyes see nothing, But I see it so clear

My life before me it lays like a pattern.

So different from the others, I'm free from it all,

 

Untill it sucks me up and carries me away....

Thanks, I might not kill you now

It was great! By the way were is this tree you speek of? I think that I might visit there.

So I decided that I would write a poem and pretend I was insane. ( it really wasn't that hard ) For those of you who don't know, people with schizophrenia often talk in a rhyming, incoherent, speech. I tried to duplicate this, but unfortunately you might understand some ideas in the poem.As I laid there on My bed

thoughts Running and Racing thru my head

And Nonchalantly as it seams

my head Was filled with Odious dreams

 

Of bitting wires

and Lighting Fires

and pointless Smite-ing

with Bolts of lightning

A holocaust Of sorts

to Rid me of these wretched warts

Warts of Humanity

and Insanity

 

A type of Mania of the mind

that tastes like week-old Turpentine

My thoughts are kinda hard to Swallow

and leave me felling blank and Hollow

I'm glad you liked it. And if you didn't I'll kill you

( just kidding )

Could you be a little less good, you making the rest of us look bad

 

 

:woot: Wow! Just, wow. And if George Lucus sues you I'll punch him in the face.

Ooo.. Ooo... and a title. How about "Poet and a One Man Band"

Mira reporting in, at last.

 

Rank: Initiate

What if I was a member on the old message board. Do I have to apply for membership again?