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Originally posted by dragon wench

@Der-Draigen
*hug*
I find Melissa Etheridge expresses pain so well...... it comes from deep inside. I highly recommend her debut album, which I bought just last weekend. Cheers to Yshania for the introduction.

So the best $20 you have spent in a while? ok...shall I post more?

Somehow this poem seems to work in this place....



ULYSSES

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle–
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me–
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads–you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.



Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tori Amos at her best...

Crucify

Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get affraid what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my COURAGE would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in
Just what GOD needs One more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves
Every day I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day I crucify myself
And my HEART is sick of being in chains

Got a kick for a dog beggin' for LOVE
I gotta have my suffering So that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter He says will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in
Got enough GUILT to start
My own religion

Why do we crucify ourselves
Every day I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day I crucify myself
And my HEART is sick of being in chains

Please be release me

I CRY

Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in
Where are those angels When you need them

Why do we crucify ourselves
Every day I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day I crucify myself
And my HEART is sick of being in chains
Why do we change Crucify ourselves
Everyday Never going back again
Crucify myself again You know
Never going back again to Crucify myself Everyday

err...when exactly was valentines day?

Sun Comes up, It's Tuesday Morning

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
hits me straight in the eye
guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand'

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
than go through all that **** again

There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
and this spell won't be broken
by the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it's a movie
with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
how strange these streets feel
when you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside

Funny, I'd never noticed
the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
but there are some things that can never be forgiven
and I just gotta tell you
that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed





The Cowboy Junkies

Originally posted by Yshania
*hugs her friend* don't worry! we will endeavour to retrieve your soul

If you find it will you let me know? I don't think it wants to find me

Best kiss-off song ever......

I Hate Your Guts. by Pride and Glory......

I would post the lyrics, but I'd get banned.

Originally posted by Bloodstalker
Best kiss-off song ever......

I Hate Your Guts. by Pride and Glory......

I would post the lyrics, but I'd get banned.

LoL

A song that really describes me is "All My Exes Live In Texas." Well, except for the fact that I'm in Arid Zone A instead of Tenessee.

Poe, anyone?

Well, if Dragon Wench can quote Tennyson, then I am going to quote Poe! This one has a nice, "I-am-emotionally-dead" sort of feel to it: "Alone"

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

*der Moench silently prays that he can turn the trend of this thread from women's angst rock, to something just a bit less depressing *

I know there have been poetry threads before ... maybe this could be the next one - ? Poetry is cool.

An other offering....because poetry says so much.....


The Ocean

The ocean was bottomlessly deep.
Standing at the edge of the ocean
I look toward the bottom of the ocean.

Dangerously near tumbling off,
what I thought of was things of my future.
Time was imagained like the legs of an infant
who has not yet walked.

No matter what happens anywhere
there is nothing else to do
but stand on this steep cliff, clench my teeth,
and close my eyes.

The unexperienced future
like fishermens's fires flickering past the horizon
has darkness around itself.

I seem to have thrown my body down into that ocean.

Shinkichi Takahashi

Thank you all SO much...

Gee guys (and gals) thanks SO much for reminding me what day this is (was?) And to top it off...Melissa Etheridge lyrics Gaaaaaaa!

I spent most of the summer of my divorce listening to her music.

And I was having such a nice Val's Day, too.....things were going well (after a rocky start) between my S.O. and myself.....then (of course) Lloth had to send her minion to ruin it.

Oh well, I hear we'll get back together in "Throne of Baal"!

Sorry there Gothmog Hey, this is a place to rant about it though. Not like that OTHER Valentine's thread, the goopy hearts and flowers one run by a certain Dark Flame we all know and love *shakes head*

p @Viv )

Hey guys, c'mon, Valentines Day was 2 days ago... haven't you had enough of the misery yet?

@Sleepy lyrics. Thea Gilmore's playing my local again next month

Health Status

Hi Georgi. Feeling any better? (I understand your Valentine's involved some illness - ?)

Oh yeah, I felt better by Friday morning - just woke up about 1am feeling ill, went back to sleep about 2, and slept till 7... not much sleep by my standards, but I was ok by then

How was your Valentines Day?

Such a blast

Uh, well, let's see now - gosh, what fun and excitement was on my schedule? ... Oh, yeah: I studied for the exam I had the next day! Whoo-hoo!

Are you serious when you told BS no one would even buy you dinner? That's crazy talk. I mean, you're Georgi! I don't know that I am hitting England any time soon, but I'll buy you a dinner if I ever drop in.

Someone say my name?

Question

Hey, Bloodstalker; I can't resist this question any longer: how the heck do you consider yourself a "lurker" with almost 2,000 posts!?!

I am not a lurker in that sense, I am Lord of Lurkers.

Much the same way that god is not considered to be human.

That almost made sense

Ah.

Georgi has buggered off, hasn't she?

Awright, I gotta go do some work, anyway. Toodles!