Psimon

White dreams

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Crystal light through glass came streaming

soften'd glow of maiden dreaming

Hair of raven black fell there

o'er alabaster skin so fair

Of what she dreamt we cannot tell

for dreams are where the heart doth dwell

But safe to say her dream was true

and fair to tell if we but knew

On hearts of heroes bold and strong

I'm sure her dreams did linger long

with deeds of legend in the making

maiden's promise lay for taking

For love has won the day again

into strong arms she falls and then

her true love's kiss doth steal her breath

and saves her from the grip of Death

See how her breathing quickens thus

Her hero's cause is true and just.

And now you know I speak the truth

of yearning love and golden youth.

And so away they ride to sunsets

plentiful and without regrets

Two hearts in love have set to sail

brings happy ending to my tale.

The days of blue sky clear

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The days are gone and past

when looking to the skies

from light we'd shield our eyes,

the white clouds moving fast

across the blue expanse

and to horizons race -

sun's heat upon our face.

What giddying romance!

Our lives are not that plain

and simple anymore.

The wolves came to the door

and taught us Woe's refrain.

Just who first burnt the sky

is now of no import -

all passed and gone for naught.

In darkness - live and die.

But still a few hold true

to prophecy foretold

of one who'll make us bold,

to take back sky's of blue.

And when that day arrives

we'll lift our eyes and see

our world again now free

For this time our soul cries,

the time not lived in fear.

Days we look for, long for

hope for, wait and pray for -

the days of blue sky clear.

The man who had no face

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Night...

'Tis time I venture forth

and know that none shall see

...lest they look upon me

take measure o' my worth

Pass unseen... unremarked

to go about affairs

Their ignorance brings tears

their wit-wood surely charked

Like unto ghosts I step

Betwixt and 'tween the light

This world and next doth bite

release my soul once kept

O' Fortune crease thy brow

and see thy servant do

not darkness wrought by you

but good for kingdom's crown

My life may fall beneath

walk not this mortal coil

Yet 'fore I lay in soil

see evil in it's sheath

This sacrifice I know

compares not fair to thine

O' architect divine

accept it 'ere I go

I've naught else for to give

my life for sins I've done

What joy, my soul is won

I now begin to live

My life is mark'd with grace

my name of no import

Let history not distort

the man who had no face.

Ah, fair Potato

Where is it that you go?

Far from me, I know

How I miss you so.

Dear, sweet Potato

Where is it that you grow?

I once knew, long ago

Now life is laid low.

I'm sad, Potato

Where do your seeds sow?

Gone deep down below

First love's all for show.

Hungry, Potato

That's what I am-o

I ate so long ago

come now.. quid pro quo

Dirty Potato

Was it all for show?

You know you tease me so

my face all aglow.

Tasty Potato!

I'll have you, you know.

Your flesh will flow

over my steel hoe.

Hehehehehehehe....

Dirty little potatoses... where are you my precious?

Gone?? Stolen we was? Yes... We know. Filthy little hobbitses...

MY PRECIOUS!!!!!!

GONE!!!!!!!!

What? Oh, er... I mean, um, well yes... Good effort there. Yes. Good effort. Um, er, I liked the part about monkeys... and the part set in space. That bit was very good. Yes. Erm.. well, carry on. Nothing to see here, move along.

A VERY entertaining read. Good luck and welcome!

Vision Thing

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White.

So small -

almost can't make them out

but they're there,

swimming in a black sea.

Colours begin to compete

in this triathlon

Reds, blues.

So many shades

and tones.

So many competitors.

Which one will emerge

victorious?

Who can say?

Is it a fickle choice of the Fates?

Or perhaps a random, infinite number

run through a hash that makes

the government look like a kid

with a decoder ring?

No clear sight of what they are.

Particles or beams of pure light energy.

Who can say?

Then, in the blink of an eye

they're gone.

Obliterated.

So sad.

I open my eyes to look at you.

So sad.

Ok... ok... it took me a while but I think I've nailed it to the wall here...

Check it. Ninja-style

The Gift

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I sit here still and watch my family

and wonder much at all I've been given.

Beloved wife with children 'pon her knee,

a gift that surely came from God, not men -

from wondrous place I hope one day to see.

A gift most undeserved held me again -

refused to let me go and nor do I

wish to release it, let it pass me by.

Welcome

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Why have you called me?

If I wanted to talk to you

I would have picked up the phone.

If you want to leave a message,

which I won't listen to either,

then leave a message.

Otherwise hang up

and don't call me again.

Are you still there?

Did you not understand me?

What part of that

did not get through to you?

Are you simple or something?

I'm amazed you can operate the phone at all.

Look.

I'm beginning to lose my patience.

Go away! Don't bother me.

I don't want to speak to you.

I don't want you to speak to me.

No, really, I don't want to...

I haven't the time.

Seriously. I'm very busy.

I've a lot to do at the moment.

You again?

You just don't give up, do you?

OK. But just for a minute.

I can only spare a minute.

Really?

Is that so?

Wow. I'm really glad you told me that.

No, really. It means a lot to me.

I'm glad you took the time to come over.

When can we get together again?

Next Tuesday? Great.

See you then.

Bye.

A wonderful piece

Death. The final rush.

You've painted a beautiful, bittersweet picture and it tells a thousand words (and then some!)

Enjoyed it thoroughly. Thank you

Still

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So peaceful

No sound to disturb the void

No sound at all

Anywhere.

So very peaceful

You would think

there would be some sound

anything, but no.

Nothing

I'm alone here

Couldn't be more alone than this

And that will never change.

Just me, alone

I won't change either

Funny, really, how that can be so

But there you have it

Or rather, there I have it.

So funny I'd laugh

if I could, but I can't

So I'll cry instead.

I can cry in silence.

Yes, I can cry in silence, alone

in this place

Just me and my silent tears

So peaceful.

Small

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Mummy?

Please get up, Mummy.

Please.

Wake up, Mummy.

Please.

Hurry Mummy. Hurry

He's coming back, Mummy.

Oh please wake up.

Don't leave me here with him, Mummy.

Please don't.

Mummy?

I don't like him, Mummy.

He hurt you, Mummy.

I got angry at him

but I didn't say anything.

Cause you love him, don't you Mummy?

You said you love him.

After you shouted at him

and he hit you and you cried

and he said he was sorry

and you cried and hugged him.

You said you loved him,

didn't you, Mummy?

Mummy?

Please wake up.

Please.

Don't leave me here...

alone.

Faceless

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You're drunk!

No - wait...

No, it's me.

I'm drunk.

Sorry.

Couldn't help myself.

Was just gonna have one but -

well, you know how it goes, eh?

Still.

Not as bad as this other guy I saw.

Geez he was messed up.

Thought he was going to puke all over himself.

No, hang on a minute...

Oh shit. That was me too.

Can't think straight.

Sorry.

Yeah. Just gonna have one.

Just one for the road.

To remember Dave by.

Shame about Dave, eh?

Yeah.

Shame.

Good bloke was Dave.

Yeah.

Good bloke...

Killed by a drunk driving son of a bitch!

Bastard!

Poor Dave never knew what hit him.

Still.

Probably best that it was quick, eh?

How did I get home?

I drove...

Least I think I did.

Yeah, I did.

I drove... home.

Shit.

Shut up! Ok?

Just shut up...

I'll come to bed soon.

I'm not talking to anyone!

Anyone! You hear me? No one!

You don't understand.

Don't understand at all.

Not at all, you hear!?

Not at all.

No.

I miss you, Dave.

Miss you, little bro.

Miss you heaps.

Sorry.

sorry, eh?

Well...

For better or worse

I've posted my verse.

My entry is in

let the waiting begin!

But I must find a way to

adequately say thank you

to all who responded

to my plea most despondent.

Cheyenne -

your response was so quick!

It gave the others some stick.

Wyvern -

O' He Who is Almost a Dragon,

your response was next in the wagon.

Gwaihir -

Elder of All things Wiggly,

your edited list had me all giggly.

Peredhil -

Great Polite Ancient

with my work you're most patient.

Yes, I know these rhymes are sickly

but hey! This was written quickly

OK?

To those who didn't respond....

Your names have been passed to the appropriate authorities...

Expect a visit anytime soon...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

See... What did I tell you?

J/k.. LOL You guys all rock so no probs

A good piece, almost self-mockery after a fashion... full of bitterness yet written from the 'wealthy' viewpoint.

define "wealth"

what is "rich"?

Long road ahead

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The long road ahead

is waiting for you.

It waits in silence,

stretching for miles.

It watches you

with millions of cold white eyes.

It waits for you,

waits in black silence.

It makes no remark

as you pass by.

No comment on how you look today.

No questions, no "So, how are you doing today?"

It will not pass comment

on your choice of clothing,

though black is the new red,

nor will it have an opinion on your hairstyle

or how your tears have made your mascara run.

The road ahead is very accepting.

It will accept all who pass over it,

even welcome some to stop a while.

Yes, the road is very accepting.

It will accept the broken glass,

the twisted metal, the splintered plastic.

It will accept the bone fragments,

the raw flesh, the blood drying slowly.

Oh yes, the road is very accepting.

It will accept the broken and twisted lives

of your loved ones as they slip away

to walk the rest of the way, alone.

The rest of the way

down the long road ahead.

The rest of the way

back home.

Love lost

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Oh, why can't you be mine

until the end of time?

No reasoning or rhyme

why you cannot be mine.

I just can't understand

why you won't hold my hand.

This isn't how I planned -

just cannot understand.

Cut loose this mortal coil.

My hope all dashed and spoiled,

is this for what I toiled?

Oh, loose this mortal coil!

Love lost and gone behind

drifts slowly from my mind

and answers not in kind.

Lost now and gone behind.

Night's falling, darkened times.

Love was but now not mine

to hold fast to the rhyme

of twilight, darkened times.

I think it's ready ...

Why

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I turn around and see

you walk away from me.

I cry, how could this be

that you could not hold me.

I can't remember why

I chose to say goodbye.

At night, alone, I cry

just can't remember why.

No matter how I tried,

I wept. Oh, how I cried!

My arms are open wide,

your love for me denied.

Just can't remember why

I chose to say goodbye.

At night, alone, I cry

I can't remember why.

Oh, why can't I hold you?

I walked away, it's true,

now how will I get through?

What am I supposed to do?

I can't remember why

I chose to say goodbye.

At night, alone, I cry

just can't remember why.

I ended it tonight

my sorrow taken flight.

I held on way too tight -

moving towards the light.

Just can't remember why

I chose to say goodbye.

At night, alone, I cried

I can't remember why.

Enchanted

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What sorrow in the blackest night

could break apart the chain

that binds me to heartless sight

and cuts me deep again.

In twilight hours the shadows come,

sweet visions of my end.

To lift my eyes to silver tome

'pon which my soul depends.

The silence of forgotten worlds,

remembrance past and gone.

Winds swirl stark banner left unfurled

Soft lullaby, hell spawned.

Forest hymns drift slowly down

from dappled leaves, enthralled.

Give substance to ethereal crown

to which no heir is called.

Euphoria of wisdom spent

in search of worthy cause

holds fast to madness that was meant

to keep fate from what was.

Ash to Ash - The Space Marines' Triumphant Return.

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Ash to ash and steel to rust.

Rockets fire and engines thrust.

How could we then have paused to trust

when worlds collide and turn to dust?

From worlds afar that I could see

the rock of ages crushing me,

and still I thought, 'How could this be?

We can't believe this now, can we?'

What are these urges, passing phases,

rock us still from age to ages -

leave us breathless? Blind cold rages,

while history writers turn the pages.

It left us cold, it left us still.

And at that time we took a pill

to save us from the ice-cold chill

so we could take another hill.

Heaven's fire we did descend.

They stretched us all from end to end.

We did not shirk, nor did pretend

that this ideal could not defend.

The innocents we did not pause

to cast aside upon our cause,

and triumphed to our own applause.

We paid no heed to moral flaws.

So homeward bound and so to rest,

the celebrated and the best,

in finest uniform were dressed

and marched down streets at their behest.

But eyes cast down amongst the crowd

gave pause to glory, chests held proud,

and cold black shadows softly shroud.

The cheers have faded, once so loud.

Face to face with all we've done.

They can't blame you or me alone!

It's not our fault, we were as one

when we stepped off-ship with our guns.

Ash to ash and steel to rust.

Rockets fire and engines thrust.

They look away in their disgust

as worlds collide...

and turn...

to dust.

White and Black

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White ceiling marked in lines so small

so uniform, so stark

cries out for flies and insects all

to come and leave their mark

Black dots deface the purity,

simplicity of being,

that tiles hold tight in unity

'tis my bedroom ceiling.

Space Haiku

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1.

Dark is cold and still;

Ice formed around my vision

clouds views of heaven.

2.

In the void I lie;

Chill of the night runs through me

as softly I fade.

3.

In the cold I scream;

No one to hear me pass the

dark side of the moon.

Worthless

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My turn to feel this way.

To hate what I've become

or what I've been all along.

A pack of lies and deceit.

Just another nail in the coffin

of the pathetic collection

of moments that make up my life.

Just another rusty nail.

Caught in my own web of lies

and made to see just how sick

this life has become, my life.

Ownership is all I have of it.

Not control. Not even to be

a willing participant in it.

Just ownership. It's mine.

Whether I want it or not.

Right now, right at this moment,

I don't. Don't want any part

of what I am, of what I have become.

A liar. A cheat. No longer a man.

I don't want to own this.

This bag of rusty nails

to be hammered in one by one,

one by one into the coffin.

A coffin. Empty recepticle waiting

until it's filled to the brim

with death and decay. That's me.

I'm almost full. Better get hammering.

Can't face up to what I am, so I

run and hide. Down deep in my cave.

Don't have that much dignity anymore.

Want to hide how worthless I've become.

I lie alone

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I lie alone. I wait for thee

and in this darkened hour

I call to mind the quiet times

that sheltered me in towers.

Providing for my every need,

this solitude is fair

to hold onto each thought it gives

to me. The time I share.

Thoughts like a child that runs away

at moments when I call

yet when I turn to leave they will

come scrambling down the halls

within my mind. Still cluttered now,

yes, after all these years.

The piles of thoughts and memories,

the happiness and tears.

And like a child the words will burst

onto the pure white page

and so each sheet is ruined by

the babblings of the age.

This was written at about 02:00am while I was waiting for news that my team had won the F A Cup (soccer)... Of course, they did win! YAY!!!! :woot: :woot:

By the light

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By the light of the day

I saw in May

the leaves on the ground

no more can I say.

By the light of the moon

I saw in June

The frost on the ground

or so goes my tune.

By the light of the embers

I saw in September

the buds on the ground.

No more I remember.

A silly little piece, but the children seemed to like it

The man on the moon

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I saw the man on the moon.

The man on the moon saw me.

The man on the moon danced and danced and danced

until he was out of breathe.

Again with the prose already! *smiles proudly*

Spontaneously burst out with this little piece after he saw the full moon last night.

Download Times

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I sit. I wait. I count the hours.

Download times from ivory towers.

It does not seem so fair to me

that I should wait so long for thee.

For you are just a data packet

all wrapped up in binary jacket.

No place to go except through lines

and keep me waiting - download times.

One day I'll upgrade, then you'll see.

A big, fat pipe will set me free

from small, restrictive copper lines -

A cable link for Download Times!