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Life is precious.
And that's the catch.
The ones we know and love dispatch.
Never more with us in form.
As living mortals,
In body and dorm.
And oh it hurts as they adieu,
Their final curtain call.
Which can't undo.
But as the grief fades away,
Tears of sadness stop to fall.
And in our hearts we feel them stay,
For this isn't their death today.
It's the mere end of the carbon existence.
For the human soul is immortal forever.
And this is their happiness.
That which makes us smile.
And a start to continue it
With our own endeavour.
Get ready Rover P6,
It's time again,
We're heading out.
Firing up off gone again.
Travelling here over and out.
Across the country,
Down the lanes,
Driving down the motorway,
Heads turn as they see your paintwork.
It's a passion.
It's a life.
The polish and the spanners.
The engine roar,
Travelled to many places,
Seen many things,
So many people in the world we live,
The miles on the clock,
Good memories just like the car.
Living 1960s like it's new,
Driving Force to the rescue.
Grab the crew,
The flasks and the pass.
It's gonna be a show that will last.
Head to the show grounds,
Display the car.
From the West Midlands
And this year is the fifty years mark.
Celebrate the birthday by driving proud.
P6 drivers have a shout.
Award winning car.
Doesn't matter if it's scratched up,
Or showroom class.
Take it on this year,
It's been a long long road.
But the P6 is still driving proud.
British Bulldog heading to the next,
Here's to the big five-
Because it's a funny idea.
Not one thought of nor feared.
Because you've never felt the need before.
So to amuse,
Ask you friends this,
As you write in the box,
Leave a comment that says ideas.
Looking for some ideas
To base some poetry on.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Thunderbirds Are Go!
It's Christmas time in '92.
The year has been a one good.
Nigel Mansell is World Champion,
And Euro Disney opens forever.
But that's not what gets you excited,
As you tear off the wrapping paper.
It's the goodies you've just uncovered...
In livery of International Rescue.
Those heroes you see on TV.
Those puppets of great intentions.
So human like,
You forget the strings attached.
And of course their incredible machines.
A quick few seconds and out of the pack,
In your hand Thunderbirds Are Go!
TB1 and TB2, TB 3 and TB4.
FAB1 rolling onto the scene!
TB1 in the skies supreme.
Thunderbird 2 is to the rescue.
It's a submarine in trouble!
Quick! Launch Thunderbird 4!
Oh, Darth Vader
I see your pain,
It flickers through you.
Like candles flames.
I know it burns you.
Your open heart.
That's closed up cold now.
You shared your life,
And now it's over.
Oh, Darth Vader.
Will you still save her?
Save yourselves from a disgrace.
The pain won't stop.
It only continues.
Like tides on a beach,
There's no escape.
No hidden exit.
You'll have to find peace.
In your casket.
Oh, Darth Vader.
Do you tears fall still?
Do they still burn?
Give me time and I'll go away to work it out.
I've spent ages in the loop,
Now suddenly the circle's gone.
And I begin to walk.
I get up once more.
I can't do it more no more.
You tell me I'll be fine,
That every once in a while,
Everybody has to fall,
Only to get up again.
So I kept walking,
Stumbling around in the dark,
Trying to pick up the pieces,
Trying to find the loop.
But it's the reason I kept falling.
And it can't be sane this way.
At some point I call out,
Asking for an answer
But it never comes.
And that's when I fall.
I hit the ground on my knees.
I say I don't know no more.
That's when it hits me,
And the path I've been walking,
Suddenly I see the evil.
I see another path lead away,
And I take it with my joy.
These are the first steps.
The first of my new world.
No more loop.
No more pain.
No more been driven insane.
They'll never say sorry.
But that doesn't bother me no more.
It's a passion and it's a pain.
It's a delight and it's menace.
A combination of ying and yang.
The simplicity and the difficulty.
Restoration is like a marriage.
And sometimes you regret it!
Like those times of changing joint bushes.
High pressure disasters just waiting to happen!
It's high risk and it's a danger.
But sometimes it does go right.
But other times it's different...
Flying bushes give you a fright!
But it's like all marriages with their ups and downs.
And when all is back on the motor.
And that engine is purring over,
It makes you feel pretty proud.
That you're also married to a Rover.
It's a little different than from before.
I'm a person so happier now.
Before now the days passed into nights,
And the tears used to fall alone.
Since you've been here,
I've got this smile within,
Even if I'm not smiling outside.
I can work late into the night,
And not feel lost & confused.
I can see love doves talking,
And walk on by still smiling.
I can go a whole day without talking to nobody,
But that's okay because you're here.
Even if you're a million miles away.
Nothing can take this.
Nothing can take you away from me.
It used to be me.
Just me alone on this beaten road.
Just shows how walking can save a world.
Can turn a blue sky into red.
Can change your whole destiny.
And as the days turn and you grow,
You're the reason I walk with a smile.
Anakin's Promise: CH12
Padmé Amidala came to her senses quickly and groggily.
She heard footsteps approaching her and she opened her eyes, instantly regretting it as the bright sun blinded her momentarily.
She hurt all over. Her skin felt sore and burnt from the white hot sand and she groaned in pain.
Someone knelt beside her.
"Are you alright?"
It was one of the Clones.
She realised he must've been thrown from the transport in addition to her.
"Uh-uh," she replied, getting up slowly and gingerly. That fall had hurt a lot but she held back a wince.
The Clone got up as she did, placing his free hand back on his weapon and steadying it.
She thought about what had happened quickly.
She remembered Anakin yelling her name...falling from the ship onto the hot sand dunes...pain...blackness.
The impact had knocked her out brilliantly. Now Anakin and Obi-Wan were who knew where on the miserable planet.
"We'd better get back to the Forward Command Centre," the Clone said.
That snapped Padmé right to her
Shine StrongTouched by angels,
but left on the step.
Taken by a family who
will only regret.
Lost girl, (lost boy),
lost soul to the void
but in the darkness
there is still a light.
Shine bright, shine bright,
bring the whole world to life
on the streets of a city
who spared no pity.
Shine long, shine strong,
shine forever till dawn
when the city awakens
to see what went wrong.
They’ll see all the faces
how the streets have treated them.
Just look down at your feet,
this is around the bend.
All the faces, all the light,
they shine through the gutter;
with your words, only stutter,
because you can’t comprehend.
You’ve caused the pain,
you’ve caused the hurt,
you’re the reason he don’t know
what he’s worth—
because trash cans
and garbage vans
aren’t where you get your dinner;
just because he’s different,
that means he’s a sinner?
He’s not a winner,
how could he be?
When whenever he stands up
Title IX/Section 504/Title VIIt drips venomously from the corners of a crooked smile
singeing through the flesh leaving red ragged emptiness.
Again and again the drops erode away the futile frame.
Beaten and battered, the pieces come unglued
leaving nothing but a solitary soul to fend alone.
There’s strength in numbers, however, a single digit bears no weight.
against one who has no numerical value.
Presence unnoticed until convenience crept in,
tagging its target with a mark of inferiority.
Multiplied forces leaving the remains to dissolve into dust.
A single pen stroke, strong at the hands of the holder.
Black ink stains red when the words written slit wrists.
Sentences are like cyanide poured on an open wound.
The pain is a thief that steals air from the safe hidden deep within.
A lifetime of living left to do, no chance to breathe.
Entertainment has no price and lives are a costly expense.
Twelve birthdays fit easil
Letter to my crush (Confession part 2)Dear crush,
hey. i know this must be werid for you cause im a girl and you are too and when i told my friend i liked a girl he said ur such a faggot but why dont you go for it,
and i dont know where the courage came from but i had to tell you, you make my heart sing and my stomach do summer saultes till it finds my heart and they high five because they know you just said something to me.
and i know this is werid cause u dont like girls and i do but i am jealous of the man that gets to marry you one day because you are beautiful,
and i know if i flick threw the dictionary and look up cheesy my picture will be there but im ok with that because what im saying is true you are beautiful.
and when i say you are beautiful i dont mean it as in you look beautiful...can i see you naked? no i say it cause the words sweet cute funny and kind have been etched into your personality like someones name on a tree in those silly love films
and it made me fall just as fast as that same tree when pink cut
On the edge of all nerves,
The edge of which,
Disaster meets the crasher with death.
Where the brave are men and one lady,
Who fight with hearts and souls.
Who respect the fact that death shall stalk them.
Lurking in the shadows,
Lurking around the bend,
Lurking in a component that won't make it to the end.
Where drivers were toys for amusement,
And discarded when dead not alive.
In the 1950's of Formula One,
Only the lucky survived.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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