Thirst

[Guest Fire Walker]

(Conversion confusion, this is actually the second post in this thread)

 

 

 

The Wheel of Life slowly turns,

For great power, it yearns,

Every mortal from this plane,

And all the light with shadows bane,

They all have a thirst, a need,

All have power, on which to feed,

But in the end, only one will be,

Of its own greed, only it will be free.

 

(Hope you don't mind me responding in the form of a poem)

 

-- Fire Walker --

 

"The trick is to ask when noone is listening."

-- Alexi, Zephyr Mage

 

"The fatal flaw in every plan, is the assumption that you know more then your enemy."

-- Volrath, Evincar of Rath

 

"Shut your ****ing face, Uncle ****a!"

-- Terrence, South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut

[reverie]

(Conversion confusion, this is actually the third post in this thread)

 

 

 

naw, go right ahead...

 

Since i really don't know what this poem means anyway... i just wrote it straight out of my head... then did some edit work on it in the draft room...

 

 

revery

the dreamlost

[Nyyark]

(Conversion confusion, this is actually the fourth post in this thread)

 

 

 

I often find that analysing the sub-concious can be as fun as formatting it

 

To this poem seems to go through three steps. The first is dissatisfaction with the world, and the disire to change. Then the perspective seems change to one of working to better oneself, but to no advial. The poem denounces that as a circular trap. Then it ends with instead of working to change the world, or your place in it, you change your goal. You let the world be the world, and you be you.

 

I think this poem traces the evolution of the outlook on the world, and ends up in a healthy happy conclusion.

 

I like it, well done.

[reverie]

(Conversion Confusion, this is the original post in this thread)

 

 

 

Once again, as developed in the draftroom:

pub57.ezboard.com/fthedra...ID=3.topic

 

Thirst

 

Thirst.

Thirst for the world.

Trying to find out if it will die.

Will it?

Or will it try?

To redye all back to the green.

A new beginning to push back the yellow.

Yellow at the fringe of crimson, lost of a sickly man.

His pajamas under the floor board. I hear it…

Tick tock.

Hi. I’m here too, you know.

But do you care?

I will try today, so tomorrow I can rest.

So sayeth the vicious cycle.

No rest for the weary Weaver of The Wheels

With the grease that turns the glue soft, smooth, and flowing

 

 

 

Lose,

…then win.

Flow,

…in a broken spirit

Lost.

 

Try and you will fall for the way you tried.

Have courage and be honest.

And you will write anew.

So stop trying to try

And just do what comes natural

To bounce is fun.

So bounce.

Can you?

Or will you just take it again.

And again.

 

 

revery

the dreamlost

Edited by: reverie  at: 6/14/02 12:50:16 pm

[reverie]

really? Wow, i have to pay more attention to my sub-concious more then.

 

 

revery

the dreamlost