L.M.K
Posted by Hello
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Gypsy loves Unicorn and I used to tell her different stories about unicorns
every nights.
Posted by Hello
Monday, November 22, 2004
For the girl that I loved and, I missed her ....
***GYPSY***
Under the moonlight,
On the star's doorways,
at the thresholds of the desert.
my beloved one,
that restless gypsy.
"the cot of my life,
and my death"
kept dancing , till
She collapsed.
Under the moonlight,
On the star's doorways,
at the thresholds of the desert.
my beloved one,
that restless gypsy.
"the cot of my life,
and my death"
kept dancing , till
She collapsed.
By: R. F.
21/11/04
Some Poem About The Lovely Moonlight
DEFEATED BY LOVE
The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerfulI fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being
MOON LIGHT ON THE WATER
The silver moon is sitting on the water of the bay.
Shining a path from it to us.
As we sit on the dock of the bay.
The silvery path appears as if to beckon to us.
Come trip the light fantastic.
Down the silver aisle.
Join in fantasy tonight and feel the magic.
Sweetly embracing all the while.
Close together in body and soul.
All our dreams materialize upon the silvery path.
Our thoughts have to pay no toll.Upon the magnetic path.
A wandering cloud crosses the silver moon.
It erases the path before us.
The spell is broken too soon.
Lo, reality returns to us.
The water is lapping softly upon the shore.
The night breeze is rattling the reeds.
We still are with whom we adore.
Fantasy is nice, but we fulfill each others needs.
By: J.D.
Blue Moon Light
by Jason Louis Gaydos
In the quiet calm of night, we walk hand in hand.
Down the path, across the sand.
Looking into your eyes, I feel the time is right.
Standing together, beneath the blue moon light.
The wind starts to blows, trees shake.
The ocean waves begin to break.
Holding you close,
I feel the time is rightHolding one another,
beneath the blue moon light.
The tide rises slowly, our feet in the surf.
A star falls from heaven, on its way towards the earth.
Making a wish, I feel the time is right.
Wishing together, beneath the blue moon light.
Our time has come, we must say good-bye.
Night has fallen in the November sky.
No need to cry, for this time was right.
To fall in love, beneath the blue moon light.
The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerfulI fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sure
I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being
MOON LIGHT ON THE WATER
The silver moon is sitting on the water of the bay.
Shining a path from it to us.
As we sit on the dock of the bay.
The silvery path appears as if to beckon to us.
Come trip the light fantastic.
Down the silver aisle.
Join in fantasy tonight and feel the magic.
Sweetly embracing all the while.
Close together in body and soul.
All our dreams materialize upon the silvery path.
Our thoughts have to pay no toll.Upon the magnetic path.
A wandering cloud crosses the silver moon.
It erases the path before us.
The spell is broken too soon.
Lo, reality returns to us.
The water is lapping softly upon the shore.
The night breeze is rattling the reeds.
We still are with whom we adore.
Fantasy is nice, but we fulfill each others needs.
By: J.D.
Blue Moon Light
by Jason Louis Gaydos
In the quiet calm of night, we walk hand in hand.
Down the path, across the sand.
Looking into your eyes, I feel the time is right.
Standing together, beneath the blue moon light.
The wind starts to blows, trees shake.
The ocean waves begin to break.
Holding you close,
I feel the time is rightHolding one another,
beneath the blue moon light.
The tide rises slowly, our feet in the surf.
A star falls from heaven, on its way towards the earth.
Making a wish, I feel the time is right.
Wishing together, beneath the blue moon light.
Our time has come, we must say good-bye.
Night has fallen in the November sky.
No need to cry, for this time was right.
To fall in love, beneath the blue moon light.
Monday, October 18, 2004
I am the People, the Mob
I am the People, the Mob Carl Sandburg
I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and clothes.I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes me work and give up what I have. And I forget.Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.
I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and clothes.I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes me work and give up what I have. And I forget.Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.
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