Mardrax

Booting this discussion into the public was a good call. It was just Ozy giving his opinion of how both Zool and Rev were treating Whiskey. It's a shame her idea fell victim to this discusion though, but at least, it's a wake up call. We may pretend to be a group of people who live in complete harmony with eachother and our ideas, but we're not. It's about time that information got through to the public. Heck. It's time some of us let that information get through to themselves. Here's for sincerely hoping both do their job. It may not be censorship, but at the least it's choosing to leave the ball inside the bush when one person thinks it might have thorns.

"Gnomes?" A fluttering of robes follows the question. Mardrax, his hair tightly bound back into a braid which hangs down over one shoulder, staggers into the garden. His eyes darkly rimmed, shooting this way and that, as if looking for something. Looking far ahead of him, into the smallest spaces. Under that brush over there. Way up in the top of that tree. In between Flamingo Mack's toes. But never at his own feet. He trips, falls, hits his head into stuff. Standing up, he makes three feeble swipes at his robes to remove the grass on them, then looks forward and repeats the question. "Gnomes? I know gnomes. Wait..." One hand disappears into the pocket it was swiping at. After a few moments of rummaging, it emerges, holding a book. A depiction of a forest gnome - front and back view - fills the entire cover, together with some small scribling saying "Forest gnome, 275 years of age. In the prime of life. True height (without up): 15 cm.", amongst other bits of trivia about the gnome. In large, swirling letters, the word "Gnomes" lines the top of the page. "by Rien Poortvliet." He puts it down on the thingies and staggers away again, mumbling something like: "...everything you've always wanted to know. And more."

Non-fuzzy? From where I stand, sunlight can very well be fuzzy. Think that "heavily clouded sunday morning sun shining through light curtains" feeling. You may find different words to describe that, I will use this one. That said, my use and interpretation of the word here differs a whole lot from the way Appy used it in Fuzzy. I'm just painting a bit of environment with it, she's describing an entire situation, the entire memory of a considerable timespan, with that one word. I quite agree with that descriptor as well Never did it become a synonym for good though, as far as I know. That bit of explanation aside, I do apologise for delving into subjects which are a tad difficult, if not impossible to understand for "outsiders" with both our works. Then again, I do still think poetry in essence is meant for the reader to think about his own interpretation of what's written, not wonder about what the writer meant. As long as something makes sense to me, it's all valid as far as I'm concerned. I'm deeply sorry if, through writing things both she and I understand, I (or we) make anyone else feel alienated, but I see no reason to treat these works as any different than any other poetry. Let it mean to you what you feel it means

Het papier is leeg Waarom? In m'n moedertaal komen m'n woorden niet als water In m'n moedertaal mengen m'n woorden niet als eieren In m'n moedertaal verblinden m'n woorden als meel In m'n moedertaal kneed ik m'n woorden niet als deeg Het papier is leeg en het papier blijft leeg M'n moedertaal rot weg, verzamelt stof in een hoek. ___________________ A rant on my frustration with being unable to write anything decent in Dutch. And here's for a rough translation: The paper is empty Why? In my mother tongue words don't come like water In my mother tongue my words don't mix like eggs In my mother tongue my words blind like flour In my mother tongue I don't knead words like dough The paper is empty and he paper stays empty My mother tongue rots away, gathers dust in a corner.

*points right back at Thingy and embraces them together to create Stuff with an equal smile* There is; just live it. No fear, just love, and grandma Death on the sideline

Teachers and students might no longer apply when you hold the mirror allow me to scry blurring the lines that faintly divide the ever-present bound'ry 'tween you and I and our other sides - While I'd pledge this smile to wake you up every time the sun's fuzzy rays light up the sky While I'd hold you nigh every time you would cry gently caress the last tear from your eye - That would all go awry so I will just lie just let your thigh for now support mine until we will awaken let this never die

Bad spirits rising through good spirits sinking down the throat as the anger rises ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall ninety-nine bottles of beer and if one of them would happen to fall a look a slur a swear and a brawl Good spirits drowned by good spirits rising to the surface as the spirits sink ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall ninety-eight bottles of beer and if one of them would happen to fall a look a shrug a laugh would be all

updated link to that song, especially for all the non-Dutchies out there, but for all the Dutchies too of course it's evil realplayer stuff though. http://cgi.omroep.nl/cgi-bin/streams?/vara...kvk002_video.rm

tuck your head in here only there to reappear Reaper harvest yielding but a single straw to clutch yet clutch in vain we all shall clinging to our mortal shells Sower paranoia distrust and dismay which of them did fail their jobs? would it all just be the crops? Farmer fail to tend and you will rend all our actions futile _____________ edit: Question marks. Feels empty without, yet still far too full.

I welcome the Dark Passenger All aboard my light train For she might be the messenger through which all stand to gain Dark harrier, my harrier may you be the carrier to carry our confusion beyond all our pain My last stop is before that but you're a runner by name without me, you can last Pass the torch keep up your game ___________________ All behind a veil of glass

I wouldn't have quoted it if it wouldn't have made sense to begin with

Everything alien in there is because it's a whole lot of incrowd talk, and the last two lines only seem bland because you don't know the song they were translated from http://www.liedjesland.com/Liedjes/kvk/op_...oond_eiland.htm *jiggies* I won't be revising it as it really is as perfect as I can get it. I might well be taking the first stanza and expand that independantly though.

Scent marks; Tracing pheromones years back Electric goosebumped spines Seen before passing memories Intoxicating through a feline Jugend craze Nucking futs and daring socks On a deserted island All days are good _______________ Might very well toss this one a revision some time I'm actually sober and awake. Otherwise, live with the seeming incoherentness

Thanks And don't ever let my outward rigidness hold you back. Though I might very rarely actually agree with your ideas, they always succeed at setting my mind working on the right tracks. I haven't specifically asked you to take a look at my stuff several times because I don't like your comments Punctuation wouldn't work very well in this case I think, as they aren't actually necessary to get either the message or the image across, and adding it would just add more than is needed, which I stayed far from with this one. Minimalism ftw

alright then, revision: know eachother as little as we know eachother fear eachother show eachother hear eachother won't ever revere eachother slow eachother endear eachother know eachother near eachother there will never be another quite like us for me

And you're complaining about supposed non-appropriateness of some of Wyvern's friend's establishments? Hope you had a good one, and a happy birthday in advance for what must be 363 days from now

How you manage to hit the notes I agree upon The throw, I have no idea how it got there. Looking at it, I would say I was out of rhyming options. Might be, though it wasn't a conscious decision then, as this thing hit me entirely in the shower yesetday morning. My best bet is it's probably a derivative of "throw away", but I don't like it much myself. Will see if something more interesting hits me. The "quite like us/for me" is the only thing added on a more conscious note, as an afterthought. A final thought too. Something like a "having your head up in the clouds isn't too bad, as long you keep your feet on the ground". 'Sides that, I won't be as bold as to speak for others here. Thanks It's equally good to get your comments. (and that does mean the lot of you )

know eachother as little as we know eachother fear eachother show eachother hear eachother won't ever revere eachother throw eachother endear eachother slow eachother near eachother there will never be another quite like us for me ___________ Says enough, I'd think. How long shower-springings can linger 0_o

An email messiah and an internet god They're after our money, more often than not International stocks, and unlimited wealth Pills everyone needs to keep up their health or enlarged private parts Oh no, they're not done yet That's just where it starts When we don't remember poor Richard or Kate Our saviour will help us, no minute too late (S)he'll probably even ask you out on a date But before you jump in and try to relate I implore you, find out what meat's on your plate For all too many times, we think we're dealing with ham When all it really is, is just trash from a can _______________________ Again, stuff from the shower, albeit cliche 0_o "Ignorance flaring in blue, green and red"

Picking up on that unused line of mine I said I'd leave for any takers to take up, as it was haunting my head while in the shower just now. Waves of anguish, drugged relief "Don't leave now", I told the thief Take my sorrow, hide my grief Shedding memories as tree sheds leaf. As oaken giants eventually bald, is how I would prefer grow old Leave my stories yet untold Watch how my new life unfolds. As for messiahs and gods, my current mindset doesn't quite reach that, so anyone who does: take it

Leaving my other last line for anyone who would take it up as a secondary ------------- A line of grey, a line of storms Mackerel clouds in countless forms Float across the sky this night While flashes set the sky alight Column of smoke, column of fire Burning now to raise my ire I won't fulfill my desire Escape this mental quagmire Won't flee now into sleep The flickering will keep reflecting in my eyes As line and column rise To meet --------------- Candles wound around their wicks

I haven't started on it yet, though I've been promising myself I would for quite some time now. Doesn't look like I will to after New Year's though. Will be tied up in partying until the 2nd. In the meantime though, feel free to PM me anything you might want to, because I really haven't decided yet on which character I would base it on. I seem to like biting off more than I can seem to chew though Also, Tani, I think I'd need to give you just about the same as Katz gave me If you want a more detailed description about the character I'm using than the few rather hazy bits he's let go about himself up to now, I'd be happy to PM you what thoughts I have.

topic title: ( -> You must enter a topic title longer than 2 characters *shrugs* Uniform filler material. Might have used empty characters instead. About my using writing symbols as titles (~ in the WW, for example). I do that all the time. For one because mostly I can't be bothered to come up with a title for the things I write, and if they don't come up during the process of writing, I don't make one up by force. Second the power of both suggestion and imagination that stem from using such a symbol can be much greater than a word. Third, which really is the case here, it indicates the meaning of the poem is too important for me to be distracted by a title. edit: The ecstatic cloud of doubt: Ecstatic, a state of ecstasy. Ecstasy: 1 a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control b archaic : SWOON 2 : a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight Emotion, overwhelming or not, need not be joyous by any means. Look beyond the usual.

*sigh* ( offend lament my actions rend disappointment bitter ointment ancient wounds do not single let thoughts mingle let them be apologetic automatic? near ecstatic cloud of doubt offend lament my actions end )