Thought I would make the most of this section to spill some gloop onto the screen. Please feel free to comment on any gloop spilt but I respectfully ask that flaming and such are kept to the religous forums where people may call me whatever they wish for being a bible basher with attitude Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! In return I will not mention religion here in any form, I would just like an opportunity to express some creative ideas which I will be delighted to discuss within the context of human creativity. Thanks very much. C20 :m:
This little story I wrote to define my feelings on relationships. There is such a complex mix of emotions in any relationship, I really wanted to pick out the highlights and lowlights on what I personally felt about it. Once there was a man with a little box. He guarded the box with all his might because he knew that if it were taken from him, the pain would be too much to bear as he had come to love that little box so much. To go outside was his worst fear, because outside he knew there were robbers and evil men who would take his little box away from him. One day a lady came to this man's door and knocked three times. The first knock made his heart jump, the second knock and his hand was covering the little box, the third knock and he shouted "Who goes there?" "It is only I" said the lady from the other side of the door. "Are you friend or foe?" cried the man "Friend" replied the lady outside the door "Are you sure?" pleaded the man. "I am" replied the woman softly "But how shall I know?" cried the man "You will have to trust me" said the woman The man was mighty afraid because of the little box in his hand. If the woman at his door was lying she might see his little box and fancy it for herself! "How can I trust you?" asked the man "How can I trust you?" retorted the woman "You are obviously hiding something!!!" "I am not hiding anything!" lied the man "Well open the door then!" commanded the woman "I cant" said the man "Why not?" said the woman "I cant tell you" said the man "Why not?" said the woman "Because it's a secret!" said the man "Well just dont tell me then!" said the woman "But you will see it" said the man "See what?" replied the woman "It" said the man "What is 'it'?" asked the woman "I am not telling you" said the man "Ok" said the woman "I am going now" "Please dont go" said the man "You said you were my friend" "But friends share everything" said the woman "And you are hiding something" "I will show you" the man rescinded as he opened the door "But that's just a little box!" cried the woman as he held it out to her "But look inside" said the man "You will see it's more than that" "It's a ring!" cried the woman, delight in her eyes, "A beautiful golden ring!" "Would you take it?" asked the man suspiciously "Why yes!" she cried with joy
A Poem about Philosophy I love to think about the things that make me cry and make me laugh the smiles are held in one hand and the tears are in the other I hold one up, I put one down I swap them round and round and round I put them down and play a note upon the piano keys black and white it's all the same let's make sweet harmony I love to think about the things that make me laugh and make me cry the smiles are held in one hand and the tears are in the other
Thoughts on Eroticism Hair, golden, long Pink lips, sweet smile Eye lashes Where else can I go for this? Slave to the pleasure I choose this
Just a random story from the grey slush stuff ... Once there was a boy who liked cucumbers. Every day he would take a fresh new cucumber and chop it into bits. He would take the cucumber cubes out into the street in a shiny brand new bowl and offer the tasty green chunks to the other children but they all just turned their noses up in disgust. "Who want's that nasty green junk" snarled one boy, "take it away from under my nose! It is gross!!! Yuk! Gross!" The Cucumber Boy was upset but he did not show it instead he patiently moved along offering his bowl as he went. One day as he was offering the little cucumber pieces around, a big girl that he had not met before came over to him and said "What's that stuff?". "This" replied the boy, "This is cucumber and it is delicious" "Delicious?" enquired the girl, "They don't look very tasty" "But they are free!" pleaded the Cucumber Boy. "Free or not" said the girl, "The thought of putting a little slimy green piece of slime in my mouth is horrendous!" "Don't think about it then" said the boy helpfully, and the big girl gingerly put her hand in the bowl. "Go on then" encouraged the boy, "Try a piece!" The girl put a small piece to her lips, whincing as she went, but to her suprise, that nasty thing, the thing she once depised, tasted good and fresh and wholesome, in fact it was quite nice. The next day, there was two of them, handing out those pieces. This time everybody took a piece and upon each face was a smile. Now every child that's in that street brings out a tiny bowl and theres a smile upon each face. The Cucumber Boy is happy 'cos now everybody knows, the wonder of the cucumber, that smell right under your nose Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
poem on poverty I saw a man with a scarf wrapped around his face the bitter chill, the icy blast his anger i could taste the clothes upon his back were all that were his own no wife to call alas alas on some non-existent phone The envy burned bright bright red As he looked into mine eyes But when I saw the state of him It came as no suprise! Those two bright coals above that scarf As dark as dark can be "Look at me" he snarls at me "See my poverty"
Poem On The Nature of Nature ... The Wind, The Earth, The Water And Fire, Came together and did conspire, To build the largest funeral pyre. They scratched their heads, Looked to and fro, Of Water, Fire said "Well she must go!" Of Water, Earth said "No! She must stay, My wood will grow no other way!" Of Wind, They said "You must come along and dance to our friend Fire's song" So off they went about their task To build that funeral pyre at last.
Poem about Books Head in a book It's all it took To take me far away Riding on the eagle's back Into the bright noon day That eagle was a wily one She loved to twist and turn Carried me to the highest heights And places that did burn Pictures, places, far away Lands that time forgot A war, a ghost, a universe The pages never stop Words by words the story turns They never seem to end But when it seems that end has come Theres another spine to bend
The Inner Heart - A Photo (Another poem) When the night has come in The madness of the sun now subsided The moon wanes and so I rest The lake is calm Bats fly around, a puff of black A dog barks somewhere far off I gaze at the moon in the water I remember a time I fished on that lake With you by my side I took a photo, the one in my hand
A Poem about Hallucinogens The shaman's a madman So everyone says He always looks like He's out of his head But now the rains fallen Those seeds start to grow That shaman's a friend He was never a foe!
Brain In A Jar - A Poem I remember my joy As the teacher brought out The specimen promised To this biologist devout Last week it'd been sheep's eyes That I'd cut with a blade You should have seen the jelly From that slice I had made This week was different Something better by far This week our teacher Brought a brain in a jar
My Wolf Dreams Haunting Eyes Stare Poised Wild Haunting Taunting Mocking Daring This little child To make the first move Daring Staring Whispering "Now make the first move"
True Love - Untouchable - A poem Wasn't it funny Being afraid Watching the storms The loud noise they made Though far out to sea As we stood on the shore Those storms looked so fierce And the moon was no more Do you remember the sparks As the flint smashed the rocks Do you remember the boats That danced in the docks Do you remember that look As you looked at me As we stood their in awe As we stood by the sea So much fear in our hearts At the wonders we saw As we stood their so frightened Holding hands by the shore Do you remember that time A time from before As we sung our song Our final encore The waves crashed down With power and might And took you away Yes, taken from sight You'd told me you loved me And I'd told you too Those storms cant destroy This love I've for you
Poem - Video Games At the end of the day when all's said and done A boy is a boy and just likes to have fun Out come the controllers, those modern day swords Let's play for those bonus' , those hidden rewards I'll strike you foul demon, should you get in my way This is my game you know and I'll beat you this day With stealth and with valour, I'll wager a war On all those bad monsters with only this sword The skill level's peaked now, my thumb is quite sore It's late, its my bedtime, just time for one more This mind once more focused, the control in my palm I wade through those monsters and come to no harm
I can identify with "Brain in a Jar" - why is dissection so much fun? Although I did once have a teacher who took dissection too far - she did it without gloves!
Dark Witch Black Cauldron - A Poem I still hear leaves rustling in our secret place The alter of destruction, my shame, my disgrace Those things I threw in that black pot The things I knew that i should probably not What of them, have they boiled, are they part of the brew That evil conconction, that dark witches brew Where did those things come from, were they plucked from the air Those screams of small children that hide in despair The poison, the trouble, Oh the pain that I've caused The flotsom, the jetsam washed up on these shores But I stand their and strive to hold this head high Knowing all the time, that this dark witch must die
I did love dissection. I remember pinning locusts to little cork boards and opening them up with tiny scalpels. They had this kind of yellow gloop inside them which me and a few friends would tease out of the carcass and make into a big yellow ball of gloop and then put it in some girls pencil case for fun. They didnt find it funny though. My mate carried a rigor morticed rat around with it's paws and head just above the pocket of his shirt. Grossed the girls out really badly but that of course was why we did it Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I was lucky in Primary School, we got reasonably regular (about once a year) dissection demos, heart and lungs of a pig. Everyone always looked forward to dissections. Unfortunately, Physics students tend to do fewer dissections. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
The Queen Of England - A Poem I always feel sorry for the girl on the throne She sits there so silent, so still, so alone A million eyes on her, just all of the time A wave of the hand, a cold glass of wine It seems just so empty, to sit there and stare One could venture 'pointless', it seems that unfair So sad that one could have the whole world in ones hands The ability to travel to see foreign lands You see the great wonders, the world and his wife Carrying that solitude does it cut like a knife? I always feel sorry for the girl on the throne She sits there so silent, so still, so alone...
Poem - Tents Theres nothing quite like tents Nothing at all. So exposed, yet so enclosed No theres nothing quite like tents Build a camp fire, sing a song Cook meat upon the grill If you havn't done the tent thing You should it's quite a thrill I do hate setting tents up though This part is quite a bind All that hunting in the dark For stakes I'll never find And so now it's time to lay down My sleeping bag my bed No theres nothing quite like tents When all is done and said
