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Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Digital Jedi, Apr 1, 2006.

  1. Digital Jedi

    Digital Jedi Administrator Staff Member

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    A birthright, a sensing
    A skill worth dispensing
    A loyalty forgotten then crossed
    A stationary feeling
    An emotion not willing
    To conform for fear it be lost

    An endless black sea
    And a mask, much like V
    And a soul, each one blacker then last
    An evil dictator
    Both a lover and hater
    And a conflict rooted deeply in past

    A succession of power
    A deformed wrinkled glower
    A conductor of evils and fate
    A distortion of facts
    And familial attacks
    That were born from the wages of hate

    A warning of succession
    A deep dark depression
    That tomorrow might mimic today
    A slim chance of hope
    In the darkness it's groped
    But destruction and death pave it's way

    A reversal of fortune
    As offspring lights a torch in
    A darkness that completely enveloped
    A wrinkled glower falls
    And lightning enthralls
    His throws as his demise develops

    A birthright reclaimed
    Of a name once defamed
    A resurrection of truth and of light
    Now the daytime cosumes
    And the future resumes
    Ironically, all in depth of the night
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    Digital Jedi Administrator Staff Member

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    It was once stated by a man that if truth were so grand that his fever would be lost in the shuffle
    But the truth is that sand has no reason to be grand, and the bubbles of fate turn to scuffle

    The enemies of justice and the fortune you must is not sanctioned by powers of confession
    But instead the destruction of conformity and function are found in the deepest of depression

    Are random words thoughts? Are success failures bought? Are trees in a [ycard="LOB-EN046"]Forest[/ycard] to flee?
    If a man falls in the street and no one to him is sweet can it be said that he truly is free?

    In the hour of fire and the seconds of flame there is one truth that befits to us all
    There is no desire in the water or wire where a man must be friend to us all.
  3. Digital Jedi

    Digital Jedi Administrator Staff Member

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    There once was a lady from Mass.
    Who wore pantyhose made out of brass
    She tripped on a drain
    Fell back and exclaimed,
    "These pantyhose.....are really uncomfortable!" :haveaday_

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