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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
Don't Birds Eat Bugs?Don't birds eat bugs?
Perhaps, but there're always the ones that prefer seeds.
Shouldn't girls wear makeup to look pretty?
Maybe, but there're always the people that are blind.
Shouldn't men be strong and chivalrous?
Possibly, but even they need to be cared for sometimes.
What you see isn't what they truly are
Open your eyes wider
Look a little deeper
No matter what gender, race, or 'label'
Makes no difference who you are
We are all humans alike.
naught but to dreamStars cluster at my window,
They watch me lay back
Trying to sleep off the pain -
I want naught but to dream
Of your eyes once more.
Morphine to my mind
Crystallized over hours
Watching wind swept clouds.
Weary, windswept -
Just let me lay back;
I want naught but to dream
Of your eyes once more.
El DuoEn medio de una confusa oscuridad.... imaginaciones e iluciones se hacen precentes.. al igual que esta... vaya conectada de las manos... danzando.. junto a los sentimientos.... Allí yacía un dúo..... confuso e incompleto.... que en una caricia dolorosa.... se despiden.... a gritos mudos se van alejando... pero el abrazo frío nublaba los ojos de aquel dúo roto...... incompleto....... el angel y el demonio.... despues de decadas enteras y sin sentido se reencontraron.... entrelazando sus dedos.... danzando por el camino vital que a todo ser se le precenta hasta que desaparesca y no deje rastro.... solo una memoria... dificil de comprender y recordar..... algo imborrable...... la sonrisa del alma blanca guía a la negra... mientras ésta compensa el milagro con proteccion en sus brazos..... uno es el pecado... el otro las virtudes... ambos forman uno solo..... dejando un dúo completo. ".. el misterio de tus palabras solo me dejan ciego cada vez que in
A girl named Neon(poem)In a dark cruel world
A girl was born into
She was gifted with many talents
Yet she was denied
She had a distinct look to her
Abnormal to her kind
A bright pink hue to her fur
Like a bright rose
She was consumed in grief
Afraid to be free
Her mother showed her the way
Now she's believes
Her name was Neon Rose
She is an Umbreon
Her light shines brightly
As she runs around in the night
Now she is loved
Never to be alone
Showing new confidence
That she has never known
Let her aurora shine
Showing the kindness within
Now she is loved
Like a StoneI saw you last night.
And you were the sun.
But Icarus flew
I was a raging torrent
Like the sea.
And when he plummeted
He was a whistling stone.
I swallowed him whole.
Easy MelodyThere is solace
in the empty spaces of existence,
but those are few and far between.
That’s what I used to think,
but there’s a fine line
between company and chaos.
It seems either the walls scream
or I am lonely.
What I need is a medium;
voices of monotone,
of reason, with no burden of my life
or their own,
just a nice easy melody.
AnteriormenteAbridle el cráneo, que fluya su sangre
de arriba a abajo, hacedlo, que muera,
pues sus gritos no le importan a nadie
si no queda escrito en papiros de seda.
Gritos en silencio por solitario,
pues haciendo algo malo
que se acerquen los iluminados
es gritar sin dar medio bocado.
Con el gesto en tu ceño destapado,
sin gorras, pañuelos o cabello
veo el centro de tu central de miedo:
tácito funcionamiento. Traumatizando.
Pues miras tú y yo ordeno
cuando en segundos fue al contrario
porque tú eres el hermano que no tengo
fundido en un estilo olvidado.
La sombra del cazador de sueños
que cobra vida mientras ando
se precipita en la alegre ponzoña
que rezuman los humanos.
Gritadme con los ojos, mirando,
y aunque pesen vuestros párpados,
seguiréis señalando. Dormitando.
Que se calle el fuego: apagadlo.
Reaching for the StarsThey told us to reach for the stars
without ever telling us what we were reaching for
because they thought we'd figure it out for ourselves.
The more we reached for the stars the more we realized what we were grasping at.
Desperately trying to hold in the palms of our hands
tiny pinpricks of hopeful light
against a backdrop of darkness
surrounded by the hopes of the others foolish enough
to try to touch something that was light-years away
and probably already dead for aeons.
We reached for something that had left us behind long ago,
we reached foolishly trying to touch space with small hands
that still coloured with crayons and hugged teddy bears at night.
We reached for the stars
without ever knowing how far away they were,
and when we finally realized how far they were
we were already lost in space,
or had figured it out early
and crashed back to earth in a fiery inferno of broken dreams.
See, they told us to reach for the stars so we'd k
protest floods wallstreetNew York, NY — 3,000 people dressed in blue between Exchange Place and The Bull in Manhattan’s financial district, sitting down to interrupt the business day, targeting corporations and business financing, the fuel of the climate crisis. Events literally lasted all day long with a Direct Action training in the morning a march to the financial district in the early afternoon and a Sit-In that blocked Broadway in the heart of Manhattan for around 10 hours. An officer with the NYPD communications team said 102 protesters were arrested in the evening event at Wall St. and two more protesters were arrested earlier in the day — bringing the total arrested to 104.
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/thousands-flood-wall-streets-financial-district-104-arrested/
Who Hears Rain Cry?
Dark times fall upon us.
Like the snow at Christmas time.
Like rain in a rainstorm,
Washing away our souls...
Who hears rain cry?
The wails of despair?
Who ever hears the distress call?
That plays for all to hear.
Somewhere someone's drowning.
Unable to swim away.
Drowning in the flood.
Losing will to live.
One day she'll be found.
Lost in heaven above.
Shell cold as stone.
But she'll be fine.
Her wail gone from the rain.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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