Jubes: *wipes a tear away* I must admit, it seemed very familiar to me. Like an incident I came out of a few weeks ago. It struck just a wee bit too close to home. It was spectacular. Can't wait to see more.
------------------ "We choose to do this and more. Not because it is easy, but because it is hard." -- John F. Kennedy
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All right, you asked for it. ($poiler: the Forever Man is a mysterious immortal character I created some time ago)
WANDERINGS -or- THE BALLAD OF THE FOREVER MAN
I come to find you But will what you find finding you Be me I cannot see It's been a long time A long time since I saw you last What's new Me or you Rainy evenings Skies of grey Silent footfalls Come my way The TV burns all night And no one's watching.
Across the Desert Through arctic winds to jungle rain I roam Have no home Scenery changes My search still remains the same To quest Never rest I will journey Cross the Earth Find the reason For my birth The TV burns all night And I'm not watching
One night in Bangkok A thousand years in Avalon Time flows I don't know In search of meaning I've walked from here to Babylon World turns, This I've learned: Doesn't matter Where I've been Sit here now Warm within The TV burns all night And I've quit watching.
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On a somewhat related note: This here's one of my earliest poems, so forgive me if it sux a bit. It's kind of a monologue.
THE VAMPIRE'S LAMENT
I stalk the night, the cursed son of man's forgotten bride, Prince of pain. Heir of torment. The last survivor of a race condemned The night is mine alone
Alone I walk, Alone forevermore- By Fate's decree, and not my own design For would I couse myself this pain?
Black fire burns through my veins, Incomprable to any human need, Desire, unquenchable.
Some try to help me, they do not understand Acknowledgement of feeling causes only further pain, Of which I've HAD my fill.
Still, this longing claws at my soul An enless search for an unreachable goal.
I once sought vengeance. Now I seek release, An ending to my quest. By any means.
There are nights, cold and lonely, When I would sell my soul for someone to hold, ...If I still had one.
"Help me," said the Lost Son, "to escape this living Hell." "Kill me," said the Dark Child... "For I cannot kill myself."
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Here is something I wrote for a very dear friend of mine...
"Peter"
Locked up in a cloudy day Can�t stay for long, he�s not OK He saw 10,000 daggers Each one stabbing Each one grabbing See, he wanna be a big boy Meet a sweet girl, have a good life He said no, no, no...just wanna be a friend He said no, no, no...can�t live this life again Living in this picture show...
Stood up and counted rain He wanna be something just so plain He flew 10,000 miles Each one contracting Each one reacting And he would have been a big boy Could have been cruel, could have been coy He said no, no, no...just wanna love again He said, no, no, no...just wanna die again... Living in this picture show
(J)
------------------ Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky...
Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
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