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    CHALK DRAWINGS

    So young and free of life,
    they draw their unrealistic dreams,
    on the hard stones of adulthood.
    Pure blue, green, orange and yellow like the colors of their selfish childhood…


    The smiles and excitement show,
    their immature accomplishment,
    to the dark world around,
    for every man and woman to see…


    But none of this world looks down to glance,
    for jealousy of those worryless days haunts them.
    They trample on these young dreams, like soon,
    the shadows of reality and the evil clock of time,
    will tred on the young artists….


    Nobody will shed a tear,
    when the grey clouds will pour rain of adolescence on these powerful drawings.
    Nobody will attempt to stop the melting of these fairy tales,
    That will flow into the sewers of hardship and lunacy….


    For when the artists eyes open up, in time,
    Their drawing will be lost memories of a time of preciousness.
    In stupidity they will turn away from these days,
    as they tred on colorful chalkpaintings,
    of children’s hope and happiness…







    St.Just
    Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.- Napoleon

    It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.- Herman Melville

    Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

    BORG

  • #2
    Ode to my dreams...

    Ode to my dreams…

    In dreams I find my real home…
    it is the only place where forever, I’d like to roam.
    Here, I can escape the downfalls in my life…
    And give up on all work, pressures and never-ending strife !

    In dreams, I leave the lunacy of the society…
    And become the person I really want to be.
    Not chained down in soul by rules, money or expectation…
    there, in dreams, I live happily like on a vacation !

    No food, wealth, people or law to worry…
    My useless future, my countless feelings, my hatred, there I am able to bury.
    In dreams, I am monarch, hero, famous or maniac…
    for when I wake up to the cruel and silly “real” world, it is happiness that I lack !!!!



    St.Just
    Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.- Napoleon

    It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.- Herman Melville

    Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

    BORG

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    • #3
      BEER

      I think that I shall never hear,
      a poem lovlier than beer.
      The stuff Joe's Bar has on tap,
      with golden base
      and snowy cap.
      The foamy brew I drink all day,
      until my mem're melts away.
      Poems are made by fools, I fear.
      But only (insert name of your favorite brew here) can make a beer!!
      ARRRR! International Talk Like A Pirate Day - September 19th
      IN MARE IN COELO

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      • #4
        Originally posted by jose50 View Post
        BEER

        I think that I shall never hear,
        a poem lovlier than beer.
        The stuff Joe's Bar has on tap,
        with golden base
        and snowy cap.
        The foamy brew I drink all day,
        until my mem're melts away.
        Poems are made by fools, I fear.
        But only (insert name of your favorite brew here) can make a beer!!

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        • #5
          The beast inside of me...

          The beast inside of me

          A cruel beast lurks deep in the corners of my veins below,
          He has possessed me and waits to strike a fatal blow.
          He grows fat when I am deceived and bleu,
          And strikes at my heart and wants to destroy my love for you…

          He is anger and revenge and tears your beauty apart in my mind,
          He wants me to hurt you even though you are kind.
          Many suffer from this beast as I,
          When a man of love is turned into a brutal and immature guy…

          Though many times he has already took control of my mind and soul,
          I wrestle him in my body and try to vanquish him back to his hole.
          I cannot let his destroy a love so sweet,
          Just because we are unable to meet…

          It is him who causes break up and pain,
          Exhausted I am when I finally have him slain.
          Many times in the future I will have to fight his wit,
          Even though it drains me of my energy,

          you my precious love, are worth it…




          St.Just
          Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.- Napoleon

          It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.- Herman Melville

          Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

          BORG

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Stratego View Post


            Hmm...what do we have here?
            A Salvador Dali fan
            He used to teach art on Canadian morning television


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            • #7
              Sans toi...

              Sans toi

              Il pleure dans mon cœur,
              Comme il pleut sur la ville…
              Quelle est cette langueur,
              Qui pénètre dans mon cœur ?

              Mon cœur a tant de peine,
              Triste et froid, surtout seul dans la nuit.
              Et quand je suis près de toi,
              Malheureusement le temp s’enfuit !

              C’est une calvaire quand tu n’est pas dans mes bras…
              Vivre, sans ton beauté auprès de moi,
              De ne pas pouvoir gouter l’amour sur tes lèvres…
              Toi, ma chère, je peux te rencontré seulement dans mes rêves !

              Tu me coupe le souffle et m’aveugle l’esprit,
              Chaque jour j’attend et je me demande, quand viendra le jour,
              Ou nous seront toujours réunies ?

              Sans to je suis perdue, désespéré , car j’ai tout appris de toi,
              Pour ce qui me concerne.
              Ma cher amie, tu m’as donné ta main,
              L’espoir, dans cet enfer moderne…

              Ou aller ? Que faire ?
              Sans toi, je perd tous mes mœurs !
              Chaque fois que tu me touche,
              Tu me donne le joie de vivre et enflamme mon cœur…

              Un jour quand j’aurais le courage, je partirais et je sais
              Que tu m’attends…
              Car je ne puis demeurer loin de toi
              plus longtemps !!!!




              St.Just
              Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.- Napoleon

              It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.- Herman Melville

              Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

              BORG

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              • #8
                The mosquito

                The mosquito

                Hi, I’m Ernie the mosquito,
                When there is light in your room, I fly past your open window.
                I come at night when the sun gives no more ray,
                I’m so hungry, I could suck your blood all night and day.

                I wait until dark until you are ready to fall asleep,
                Then I come out from nowhere: CREEP, CREEP,CREEP!
                Past gruesome battlefields of fallen comrades I fly,
                You thought you had killed them all, didn’t you, tough guy?

                I buzz past your ears and keep you awake,
                I fly with great agility, because your precious blood is at stake!
                You try to crush me in between your slow and awkward hands,
                And while you curse, I fly around your head happily and I dance.

                By the time you get out of bed to find me and turn the light on,
                I’ve sucked gallons of your blood and I’m long gone !!!!






                St.Just
                Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.- Napoleon

                It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.- Herman Melville

                Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

                BORG

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                • #9
                  The corncrake's song rings in my ears,
                  above the rye a full moon sails;
                  this summer night all sorrow clears
                  and woodsmoke drifts along the dales,
                  I do not laugh or grieve, or sigh;
                  the forest's darkness breathes nearby,
                  the red of clouds where day sinks deep,
                  the blue of windy hills asleep,
                  the twinflower's scent, the water's shade--
                  of these my heart's own song is made.

                  You, girl as sweet as summer hay,
                  my heart's great peace, I sing to you,
                  O my devotion, tune and play
                  a wreath of oak twigs, green and new.
                  I have stopped chasing Jack-o'-Lantern,
                  I hold gold from the Demon's mountain;*
                  around me life tightens its ring,
                  time stops, the vane has ceased to swing;
                  the road before me through the gloom
                  is leading to the unknown room.

                  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAzzqFz5OR8
                  Wisdom is personal

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                  • #10
                    "Daffodils" (1804)

                    I Wandered lonely as a cloud
                    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
                    When all at once I saw a crowd,
                    A host, of golden daffodils;

                    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
                    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

                    Continuous as the stars that shine
                    And twinkle on the Milky Way,
                    They stretch'd in never-ending line
                    Along the margin of a bay:

                    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
                    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

                    The waves beside them danced; but they
                    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
                    A poet could not but be gay,
                    In such a jocund company:

                    I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
                    What wealth the show to me had brought:

                    For oft, when on my couch I lie
                    In vacant or in pensive mood,
                    They flash upon that inward eye
                    Which is the bliss of solitude;

                    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
                    And dances with the daffodils.

                    By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
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                    • #11
                      Candy is dandy,
                      but liquor is quicker.
                      Ogden Nash.
                      "If you are right, then you are right even if everyone says you are wrong. If you are wrong then you are wrong even if everyone says you are right." William Penn.

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                      • #12
                        "So, here's to the crayture, the best thing in nature,
                        for sinkin' yer sorrows an'
                        RAISIN' YO-UR JOYS.
                        There's nuthin' like whiskey,
                        t' make maidens frisky.
                        It soon separates
                        all the men from the boys."
                        (from: "The Humours of Whiskey")
                        ARRRR! International Talk Like A Pirate Day - September 19th
                        IN MARE IN COELO

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