The Dark Poet...the dark poet studies behind a pile of bookshe searches in crannies and digs through the nooks for that which will give him his evil dark power so he will be ready when doth come his hour and now the dark poet looks up from his studies it seems he has gotten some new kind of buddies to aid him in search for his dark verbal principles and a smile almost breaks through his old withered wrinkles these friends of the poet be grey long haired mice and with cheese and some crackers the poet treats them nice these be the old man's only companions in his search for the verse that will give him dominion tis a verse that he seeks, one to enforce through a verse he has heard will cause ultimate discourse tis the world he hates that must of denied him all the passion that was born and in him presided and now he will search and maybe in vain his only meaning left now to cause others pain successful or not he will give it a shot for the verse has his dark soul tied in a knot Lowell ShepardConversations in versethis man be not me my dearhe be fool of naked fear i be fraid of not a thing not beast, nor man nor insect sting... love my darling be but a thing for one who feels true freedom's sting it be there for nothing more than to keep track of the score for it be basis of the game and not to use or others tame it be board and tally mark not a never ending spark it be strong, it forms a bond to allow for other fun and then things ne'er seem so bad when one doth upset another a tad perhaps it be just this sweet deb a link your missing in the web for this be nothing more you see than letting love be as it be what a silly question girl to ask of one who comes from pearl 'course it be a little of both it be fear itself i loathe respect there is for all that's pure of sea and sky and earth and shore fools be not those who fear not tis these that live, be not forgot be those that would and do destroy that be evil enemies of joy those that live within time learn to understand earth's rhyme so fear not that which might come from destiny's hand from earth's calling drum the sky and wind can tell you much if you dare to listen to such ahhh... tis sad indeed methinks that one needs fear to gain a link with greatness and be understood by masses who decry what's good 'course there be fear in every heart but mastering it be the fine art eventually it goes away replaced with hope for every day history be no more than passing every day and in truth lacking one can only take a bit it be not there for blind worship tis to learn of turning cycles and man's lack of previous success with their plan and then their deed for man is one to take to greed and this will lead to flaw in action and for the dollar destroy passion and all else that may be put to use and leads to all forms of abuse evil be relative only through worldviews in truth it be simple thing involving virtues know the pearl and save the planet then look to destiny as living nugget destiny be not in stone but in circles, and your own it not need to be written but with Time one must be smitten it doth flow in many ways in every moment its path it paves think of it as one step ahead to be known, need not be led as for love, it be strong thing could be confused with desire's sting it be tuff thing though never fades not like passion's sometimes flings i know the love of which you speak a soul filling warmth of mystery but one can claim this as their own and let it fade when their full grown as for fear, why not move by and enjoy life on the fly cuz life be nothing but a dream flowing swiftly down a stream >From: "grywolf" > >Yet as it flows so smoothly down the stream, >We stand at its side, amazed at how it gleams >This is that which is spoken of old >Lead not follow, tis only the stone. but how can one lead if at same point as the rest must be in stream in order to know best maybe there be two of each at the stream one there to watch and the other to dream one does the swimming the other the thinking they work together through a duel mind linking there be no stillness in stream or on shore destiny be always working, no time to to be bored both dreamer and watcher a stillness they know it be the calm that helps them both grow but this be a thing within each from the sea a calm from the knowledge from where the stream be so easily you take offense we do nothing here but fence there be no one shoving ideals we be playing game of wheels it be all in fun dear lady don't get all in huff already it be alright to change game instead of debate, we entertain and so the stream be left in doubt as to if it be better in or out but i will be both on shore and in while i am here and here within there be no harm done at all thou shape shifting beuty that cannot be solved by lithe like shape of your booty nothing so grand as to let it all out just flaunt it a little and wave it about tis a show worth a look and a dance worth a peak to make in the knees the men a bit weak it be not in word or deed that one defeats fear as it be word and deed do come from lack of giving in to fear's dark trap there be nothing to hold onto that can be said to belong to you or anyone else whole for life and love be what we know and for sure you must agree that these things cannot be a belonging for any being they are felt they be not seen so why should one hold on to fear when those things that they hold dear are only hurt and withered by fear... it is a good day to die... a test, thou of raven without any rules methinks need be brazen dazzle some fools i could juggle or dance or give song a chance could tumble or prance then past go advance i could stand on my head or on the tips of my toes from your presence be fed for what noone yet knows a test, thou of raven without any rules methinks need be brazen dazzle some fools Lowell Shepard |
