See?? Kaz makes it sound as if I am bad but cannot say.. WAAH!! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/crying.gif j/khttp://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif

Umm... fishing? Hehehe.. you're getting our terms here... or you have those terms? Cool! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif

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My love for her is beyond words... beyond time... you know this

What I meant is that you cannot be a bad writer so STOP BEING SELF-DEREGATORY AND POST SOME MORE POEMS, OK? I'm looking forward to reading them

Hmmm...fishing is quite an apt term for it, yes... http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/tongue.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif



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the HADB and the SPAE(Society for the
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Your voice is ambrosia
Amy Brown Fantasy Art

Yup Melusine! hehehe

Kaz don't be too serious, I was just fishing... not that large though... hehehe I have not thought of something yet... don't worry about it! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif

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My love for her is beyond words... beyond time... you know this

The Road

I wander along a gloomy road
Empty but for me
There is no sun, there are no stars
The moon cannot be seen
I walk on and on
despite the reaching shadows
What else is there for me to do
I can't turn back, not ever
A fork comes into the road
Two ways now lie before me
The left way is brightly lit
Straight, wide and even
It promises security
Luxury and comfort
You can see until the end from here
No risks and no unknowns
The right way is dark and narrow
Roots catching at your feet
The twists and turns are numerous
You lose sight after a few
This path is not secure
Risky and uncertain
Nothing sure and nothing known
Its promises are few
It promises adventure
Terror, too, and maybe death
This path is everything
that the first is not
I stand at the fork in the road
Considering
It would be stupid to go right
You do not know anything about it
The left offers security
What more does a person want?
So whispers a little voice in my head
Yet I go right, not looking back.

Peoples, WRITE SOMETHING

BUMP

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I am the great Kaz

Okay... this is an edited version of a longer poem. If you see Larry, point him in this direction. This was for one particular angel.

My breath is gone,
So hear my song,
As I cry out tonight.

I’m falling fast,
But can this last?
My passion’s burning me.

I’m aching for her touch,
Her Kiss,
I want her…
Yet,
Hear this:

She took my life to find this bliss.

She’s here and,
I am hers indeed,
A willing sign?
I want to serve her need.

I need for her to want…

Help me, save me,
I’m taking flight,
On angel’s wings,
With angel’s sight.
But I can’t help feeling,
In this sensuous tide,
Was it meant to be me,
On this darker side?

This joy I feel,
These feelings sealed,
Deep inside of me.
You see,
She’s all I ever hoped for,
She’s my angel of the light,
She’s the virtue I’ve been seeing long,
She’s the one for whom I’ll fight.

Hold me,
Need me,
Take me in this night again.

Let me touch your lips again.

My killer,
Don’t take flight,

I ache for you tonight.


[This message has been edited by Sharpedge (edited 08-25-2001).]

Somtimes


Do you realize that the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down, the craddle that rocks, is the craddle that knocks you down. Open your eyes to the obvious, turn away from the blind, Open your eyes.


Sometimes not always the path easist is the best, somtimes the darkest place is the best. Sometimes.

Sometimes you wanna be somone, sometimes you wanna be in the spot light, it might be, maybe. Open up to the real world, walk out of yours. Open up the door that leads to the dark. Sometimes you ahve to see the real thing, sometimes.

Sometimes not always the path easist is the best, somtimes the darkest place is the best. Sometimes.

Its a trap dont you see, look, sometimes you have too. Sometimes the only good things are the things that are the worst. Someday, you will see just like I saw, just like you didnt realize, just like I knew.

Sometimes not always the path easist is the best, somtimes the darkest place is the best. Sometimes.

Empty room, epmty heart,epmty head, empty people, center of your own attention. Dont you see youve got to rise above this. Dont you see you have to realize somtimes.

(repeat first verse)

Yes the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down., yes you lay in the cradle that knocks you down.

Sometimes not always the path easist is the best, somtimes the darkest place is the best. Sometimes.

And you start to thinking, about just what you want, somtimes its not right, somtimes its perfect, and yoouu kknnooww. Home is where you hide (home is where you hide) and you know that when you think to yuor self, YOU KNOW, you know.

Sometimes not always the path easist is the best, somtimes the darkest place is the best. Sometimes.

you know, you know...



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So if in the forest look behind you, because that where the ranger is going to be

An Actor

I have an expressive face,
So they tell me.
If only they knew what emotions I wanted to express.
I have a loud, bass voice,
With a tendency to squeak when under stress,
Easy to be heard.
It carries very well indeed, but fails
To carry my meaning to others.
All they hear is pitch and timbre.
If Shakespeare is analysed across the world
Why not me?

There are Actors everywhere;
In the Theatre especially, slipping on banana peel
And ducking into wardrobes
In states of undress.
And they call this funny?
The Masterpieces of Shakespeare too;
The great tragedies which
Go on for age after age.
The comedies which
Are not and do not.
I am far funnier than them.
Far more tragic, too.
So says my inner critic.

People look at this shell of flesh
And blood and they say "That's him".
It isn't.
To the eyes of some
I am jovial, genial,
Welcome in any company.
To others I am callous and bitter,
Violent even.
Some say I am gifted.
Others say I am eccentric at best.
Friendly and Hostile, Good and Evil.
And everyone is right.

Ask anyone who and what I am,
And you will get a different answer
To your own
Or none.
All factors I consider;
Expression, pose, pitch, timbre;
How shall I speak to this one person?
I am an Actor.
I act out every minute of my life.

For me, the whole world is a stage
Pithy, but ironic and true.
Anger, sadness, fear, hatred,
All gone, depressed, repressed,
Locked away in the dramatic maze
That passes for my mind.
All I am and all I have is what I portray.
And I have portrayed it for years.

The Bumbling Fool, the Devious Plotter,
The Quiet Genius, the Chivalrous Knight.
I am not all them.
They are all me.
The void that I am
Needs a role to survive
Else what is there to me but void?

I have feelings,
But they are old, stagnant,
Old wounds running deep,
Long scabbed over.
Yet people come and pick them.
It has been asked of me,
"Who are you?"
And I have no answer, I,
A walking shell waiting for his soul back.
And now it comes.

Anger at my Father's leaving.
Sadness at my Grandfather's death.
Pity for my Mother's weeping.
All this I can ignore.
I have done so for years.
Never had to deal with love before.

It comes.
She calls my name, and talks to me.
No-one's tried that for years.
No-one's done that at all.
But others follow her towards me;
Curiosity comes as it is revealed
No-one knows a thing of me.

Now the true show begins.
Protagonist and Villain in one,
Having to deal with emotion beyond the role I know.
Struggling,
Libido versus conscience,
I as I want to be against I who am,
Ego versus Id,
Evil fighting Good.
At least, that's how I saw it then...

The true feelings dammed up for years
Flow again as I corpse on stage.
The struggle, a desperate one.
The outcome, uncertain.
Who will win, the Man or the Actor?
Yet all they can see
Is my glazed eyes,
Staring into space,
And my hands,
Fighting my mind, fighting to reach out.
The Man is angry.
The Actor is frightened.
But it is all hidden from view.
The curtain comes down on a tired alter ego
And I know there is no encore.

I am an Actor,
Or was, and maybe will be.
Even I don't know who I am.
Yet it must be possible
To see beyond the star performance,
to see the man inside
There must have been someone, the man I was.
I don't know who I am.
Is there someone who can tell me?

She shows me a way of hope
Or a path of ruination
Happiness
Or madness
How can I know? I just say the words.
Without directions to act on
I stumble forward into the spotlight,
The Man, the Actor,
Me.

Put on the spot, held against my will,
But whose will now drives me I know not.
With questions and baits,
She and others draw me from my shell.
Life and love would be easy
Were there a script.

No lines, no stage, no camera, no action.
The Actor is pushed aside
As I come into my own,
Only to find a terrible cliché.

Life was easier as an Actor.

Does anyone know a publisher? Wouldn't it be fun to publish all of these poems? The poems of Ironworks? The expressions of the lives of it's gifted members?

I am amazed at the talent displayed here. Bravo! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/ylsuper.gif

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Having abandoned my
search for truth, I am
now looking for a good
fantasy.

For R³ in thanks:
Sometimes I think I
understand everything,
then I regain consciousness.