What do you hope to find? When you sit down with that cup of tea in the afternoon, what do you hope to find? When you approach a crosswalk and wish there would be red, what do you hope to find? When you brush your teeth and you pause and observe yourself in the mirror, what do you hope to find? When you write this poem, lingering on each word, what do you hope to find? When you lie in bed at night, knowing that sleep won't come for hours, what is it that you hope to find?
Generals never cry, they order others to run and die blades are made of not steel but courage to kill we all know of it, we all reason about it but do nothing for it yawn....i'll finish this later
The signs are everywhere, we take them to ourselves. Assumption of form and meaning. Signals of our own existence, render to it a shadow: a sound that resonates across hills, and beyond skies, when we shout it into the hollow caverns of the world.
when all else fails..... im going to drink my sorrows away.. im going to leave my life in shambles tonight.. im going to remember all the great things we had... and im going to drink them away... tonight is the last night ill remember wat a great person you were.. tomorrow i wont remember you at all.. tonight is for forgeting.. since you already forgot about me. when all else fail.. im going to drink till your face is no longer the memory that i had today.... good bye
For Cotton For Cotton Here are some words for you my old pal I hope they find you travelling well, The darkness that beckoned Does it summon you still? Let us know my good friend If you are able to send Some words for us here, So we know if your`e near Tap on that keyboard Away with the noose Holler out from dark space Confirm your`e still running in the human race? Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Don, the disape Do we now, that infirm ationis? in fact, get hiring? Perspa it his acertin tenancy... To dipersend so, sim disape... l togethr , like Don a Bleak Hull
Sorry, must have been in a coma, or something. When we should re and then present, we rep instead and then resent.
There is no difference between black and white people, just like there is no difference between men and women, but everybody likes differences.
That's Just Life Life can be cruel and it can be kind; While often a reason, seldom rythm & rhyme. Strange is the process of growth and learning; Often at its worst, for wisdom we are yearning. We scurry about ever in a big hurry; Till life flies by so fast, it becomes a bit blurry. Wondering where the time has all gone; You'll someday learn to appreciate a simple morning dawn. Your mark upon the world, you will decide; By your actions & words, good or evil will judgment abide. R. Klopping written June 7, 2006
The sand's of time have stopped,I have landed on the platform I was bound for. The judgement of man has no place in the hands of destiny. I have felt your wrath and heard the scorn that was thrown in an instant. You will reap my wrath from the seed you have sown, with a vengence that I have created for millenia. LUCiFER'S KARMA
Fearsome song of the cookie dragon The fearsome song of the cookie dragon Weep, oh, little children, weep, there are no more cookies to eat; scream, oh, little children, scream, you will be cookies, cookies for me! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Artwork by Malviina Hallamaa. Song by Avatar the Cookie Dragon
LOL... when I first got the email notice and read just the poem... I was like "What the ^&*()" but upon seeing the artwork it all made sense. VERY Creative together!
