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ArchimedesGirl
User ID: 77746911 United Kingdom 09/17/2021 07:50 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I feel clean when I’m not thinking ‘bout me When I’m thinking ‘bout you and what I can do To bind up your wounds. I feel clean when I’m not tweaking my line When the words I say are not just okay They’re compassionate truth. I feel clean when I’m all sweaty and tired Loving my fam’ with the person I am By cooking good food. And I feel clean when I’ve learned something new When I’ve left behind fears, anger or tears To simply love you. Prophetic dreams about a coming war and those who survive: Thread: "Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream) How to Eject: Thread: Game Over - a Journey to Freedom (story complete) |
chulahoma
User ID: 80843259 Canada 09/17/2021 08:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I wrote this one in November 2012.. seems fitting for GLP. "Your Vote Counts" i’ll admit i’m captivated with the billion-dollar theatre it’s got me too, this brand or that one great acting! suspenseful script! no one with that much power ever did anything for the ‘greater good’ not that either would do any thing but golf then get briefed ‘honest politician’ is an oxymoron, c’mon, let’s not lose our wits your choice is between two smooth-talking smiling faces on a red or blue package of the same shit |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 78810739 United States 09/17/2021 08:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I am human though I am asked often to verify I wonder why? Do Machines get asked if they are machines? do they ever think they are human? Who ever wonders if they are something they are Not? How many times will I reject, tired of the same response? I am Not a Computer I just want to check the News. |
Albion Moonlite User ID: 80562461 United States 09/17/2021 10:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left July 4th Eve 2021 After the long, loving, lingering war 100 megatons winter whirl white flakes Widdershins Old Nicholas his bag jammed with tricks and toys wanders wild eyed Black snow sticks to his boots Red snow to his beard White snow floats in the air flakey and soft His way he has lost Seasons Vanished in cold Gaudy gifts go unopened |
BoatyMcBoatface
(OP) User ID: 77825331 United States 09/19/2021 09:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Bump your favorite poems ```````````````` ````__/\__`````` ~~~\____/~~~~ .~~..~~~....~~~ ~..~~~....~~~~ Thoughts do not come from you nor God; you do not create thoughts; you are not your thoughts; every thought is a lie. - 2 Corinthians 10:5 - [link to www.biblegateway.com (secure)] |
MeeLikey
User ID: 80894805 Costa Rica 09/19/2021 09:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left How empty a vessel the cellular bowl, 'til filled. Utter eternity in a seed. How small the stuff of souls, indeed. from the yet unpublished short story, "The Clone" Last Edited by Mr. Zim on 09/19/2021 09:38 PM |
d_senti
User ID: 46495973 United States 09/19/2021 11:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left THE DESERT Great ones of the earth extend a hand The wise dispute their papers Streets flow and break with thousands, all uncertain And drinking their memories through gritted teeth They would march under any confident banner Because living apart is death, yes, and meaninglessness more deadly still Beyond them are hovels of wood and dirt Where calloused hands dig their graves And wonder which will be their plot Their immortality in their children Whose children will forget them And all the while In the desert Sits a man Hands folded Starving Friendless Alone Tempted With every answer at hand And none who dare approach To be alone is death, yes, but to walk the desert deadlier still For these cynical streets no longer hold any faith That anything lies beyond the hovels Only the fool would try And even the half bold are turned back By the bitter drink of memories and the gravestones that they pass For perhaps it is better to remain in the crowd With at least the immortality of movements Than risk it all in the desert Becoming a memory to be drunk Without even a headstone Until their children forget them Yet in opposition is betrayed the value As the devil isn't interested in the streets He alone has braved the desert And offered the man all the others value So that no surer path to their joys Can be found but in the desert The one place where men who love vanities Can never be found Instead he whispers every torture To stop the man from ever speaking again There he remains Friendless Hungry With stones for bread And devils for company Until one Grows bold Enough to die trying And thereby live Even now they drink that man as a memory With whetted lips that have never known desert sand Oh what is man, such a dismal creature That he can turn a crucifix into a vanity So cynicism devours the streets Until they are so unbearable That a few would rather not be remembered Than lend their hand to such a city Past the hovels they walk, and the graves Which at least have the decency to be filthy And they know, by instinctive light That they've happened upon the right road Until there is no more road, mouthfuls of sand, No more memory to drink But only an outline, so distant and faint Of a man on a cliff, and a wisp beside him Showing the kingdoms of the world And rejecting them The sun has passed the sign of the cynic And moves by year to the sign of the hero Where desert men will return And preach the kingdom anew Men who drink not the bitter draught of memory But instead the sweet flowing blood of hope Dying in the streets by extended hands Whose children shall never forget |
1412
User ID: 60146421 United States 09/19/2021 11:21 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left My old drunken ode to GLP… “If you could see inside my window this is what you'd see. I'm typing on my keyboard at a site called GLP. A forum filled with anything you'd ever want to know... a laugh, a cry, a "goodnight" "goodbye" or a "stfu ...woo woo!" I come here mostly when I'm bored or needing inspiration, one thing GLP never lacks is mental stimulation! UFO's, the NWO, Politics and more the doomsday threads, the Zeta heads, the endless talks of war. To the Lunatic fringe at GLP, the registered member...or the A.C. I raise up my glass and tip one to thee God Like Productions... Where else would we be!” ~2006 |
d_senti
User ID: 46495973 United States 09/19/2021 11:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left THE UNENDING SEA I saw the vast unending seas Living, pure and true. Upon which floated crumbs of leaves Where men and kingdoms grew. They boasted of their glories As they stood upon a stem And wrestled with their worries On the thought of losing them. They marveled at their might, Banding leaves into a boat While the waves, gentle and light Were what kept them all afloat. They drew each other’s blood And robbed the weak and poor Forgetting that great Flood That once took them all before If only they would drink From that purifying spring They would not dare to think Themselves to be a king. But they never took a swim, And never did they know That beyond their broken crumbs Was an endless sea below. |
Drone Rider
User ID: 80638382 United States 09/19/2021 11:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Death Our death is but a short sleep, our sole which is eternal having travelled afar will come forth at it's appointed time not unlike a shooting star remembering all that came before and commune with God the father and his Son Jesus Christ who, surrounded by a host of angels will be there with open arms to welcome you home. (i.e. I published this many years ago- it is at the library of congress) Drone Rider-Retired Satellite Launch Officer |
d_senti
User ID: 46495973 United States 09/20/2021 11:30 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left A call rings out that splits the black Asking for the free hand of a queen Matter and contrary pour from the crack To form the hallowed birthing scene What great maiden is sung to in the vast dark That she willingly become God’s bride? Here is deep magic, the birth of the ark On which we broken men ride No mean finger of mud and breath can bear the blood stone of the King The high and the low, the whirlwind of man From war alone can she spring Spiritus Mundi born from one cosmic act Til it‘s wretchedly torn in twain Division and war, abused and attacked The peaceful and the insane Spiriti Mundi, void and light Both sisters grow entangled together And that jealous chaos extends the night For both cannot endure forever That black vile death screams with her sword At her sister with the blood stone ring Furious that she is the bride of the Word And for her alone our Lord sings The Lady of the West falls to the East For the East has a spouse of her own She would rather court the seven head beast Then endure ever-night alone But no sooner does the envious blade fall And divide the sisters in twain Than the Lady of Light regain her strength And the night wails in pain The blood stone ring could only be earned By the fury of the whore who would break her Yet the moment that she expelled the light The whore fulfilled her duty as maker Devoured she was by her erstwhile love As both were cast into oblivion While the Lady of the West was taken above To the right hand of God in Heaven And the sister of night born by her side Dies there in blood and in tears The true gate is narrow, the false road is wide And we all must endure the years All shall be well, and all shall be well But only once that rough beast foretold Shall slouch to Bethlehem and fall into Hell For the world has grown weary and old |
Wharf Rat
User ID: 75079753 United States 09/20/2021 02:14 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left I love this thread, OP. Thank you for doing this. I have a whole new opinion of both boats and boat-faces because of it. You're a good poster, and also from what I have been able to determine, a nice fella in general. Keep up the good work, sir. ~Wharf Rat |
The Rickest Rick Sanchez
User ID: 65121889 United States 09/20/2021 02:35 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Not my best but here are a couple I thought of. Cyborg I'm evolving into something else All these things i've attached to myself Making this feel more and more like a dream I think I'm turning into a machine Want to rip them out but I can't tell the difference anymore Which parts left are human I don't know I'm just another cyborg. In the beginning when this all started It was just a way to become strong Now I think my soul has departed And I can't figure out where we went wrong Want to rip them out but I can't tell the difference anymore Which parts left are human I don't know I'm just another cyborg. ______________________ God is Love There's something missing in this life Can't find the one who makes it right There must be somebody alive to convince me to even try If you think that you can do better If you think you can change the weather If you think you've got it all together Why don't you just love yourself Whenever I ask someone why They say "you'll find out when you die" The only choice is to comply meanwhile I am am burned alive If you think that you can do better If you think you can change the weather If you think you've got it all together Why don't you just love yourself ___________________ Perpetual Emotion One more round it's always one more round Only you keep me from going down All those nights staring up at the ceiling wondering if this is what we're all feeling Shout it from the mountain top There is nothing that can stop you now Realizing what you are Can't you see that we're all stars now? Is it worth it to get up today? Would they notice if I ran away? Will I be talking to myself again? Or will someone finally let me in? Shout it from the mountain top There is nothing that can stop you now Realizing what you are Can't you see that we're all stars now? They may say its all been done Nothing new under the sun Well that's OK it needs repeating I can't sleep yet, my heart still beating You better not give up. You better not give up. You better not give up. Guaranteed to lose if you don't even try. The universe is basically an animal. It grazes on the ordinary. It creates infinite idiots just to eat them. The Rickest Rick Sanchez comments are meant for entertainment purposes only and should not be construed to reflect the feelings and opinions, implied or expressed, of the author. |
TX Refinery Man
User ID: 80256396 United States 09/20/2021 02:36 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Please let us at them, Goes the barrack room cry, I'm glad I'm not going. I'm not dying to die. I've got all my medals Survived sneak attacks It's not worth all the feelings And compassion I lack Out on the run, guns at your back, They've got you in their sights. Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench. Endless, sleepless nights. I've been to the jungle In garrison file I've walked death's quiet paths Each lonely mile I killed for no reason My heart grew stone cold With a gun in your hand, Suddenly you think you're so bold Out on the run, guns at your back, They've got you in their sights. Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench. Endless, sleepless nights. Out on the run, guns at your back They've got you in their sights Is the method to your madness now To try to end your life? Captive there and all alone I would bide my time I'de write my family and all my friends And tell them I am doing fine But why is there blood upon my chest? Is there a method to this madness? Twenty one guns salute you, When you die. Twenty one guns salute you, Why, oh why? Your gravestone reads You were a patriot's son. But nobody cares When all is said and done. Out on the run, guns at your back, They've got you in their sights. Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench. Endless, sleepless nights. Out on the run, guns at your back, They've got you in their sights. Is the method to your madness now To try to end your life? TX Refinery Man |
BLUENOTEBILLY
User ID: 53170913 United States 09/20/2021 02:41 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Oh, my precious darling, Quoting: Apocalypse now don't you ever despair.. Love is all around you, just look its everywhere.. Its in the sparkle of your eyes.. Reflected by the pale moonlight.. Its in the beating of your heart, on the coldest of a winters night.. Brought in by the raging storm.. its in the wind your heart has formed... Carried by the whistling breeze.. Over the mountains and through the trees.. Back Out to the roaring seas.. Crashing back onto the shore.. Right up to my front door.. Like the waves on the beach.. My heart.. My soul... you have breached... Its bigger than the sky above.. For you are my one,.. and only true love.. And One day babe you will see... That Love was meant for you and me... i like this! stop liberal propoganda |
wattsun
User ID: 72509379 United States 09/20/2021 02:49 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left There is no storm It's just the new norm It's just 6 feet. It's just a mask. It's just a shot. Don't you want to be part? it's just a booster. it's just a passport it's just your job. it's just your child. We are all this together, yes we are. it's just your guns it's just your home it's just your land it's just your rights Just lay them all down We are all in this together, yes we are. It's just the air you breath It's just a pill you take It's just water you drink it's not your mind anymore Just let the others think it's not just to fight it's not just to see light it's not just to be right You hear a faint whisper remember stories vague of that once was told too late in the quicksand all laid out eons ago nefarious master plan that one arises finally comes to light nothing so beautiful with all the answers again the future is so bright with just one condition full allegiance to them It's just a mark It's just to buy it's just to sell it's just to eat it's just your life it's just your soul now on your knees doing what you're told you hear a faint voice in your head from what once was your soul saying something not right this is not the true light left feeling like Esau selling his birthright. once laughed at Revelation but can't deny living in. Last Edited by wattsun on 09/20/2021 02:51 PM wattsun |
Nojab
User ID: 76854615 United States 09/20/2021 03:00 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left This was a Poem that I wrote in 2005. I was dating a much older Vietnam veterans suffering from PTSD. He broke my heart! I wrote this for a English writing class. THE OTHER WOMAN His blank stares where does he go? He’s looking back maybe, he has lost his glow. The glow of a young heart that was battered through war; Such a young heart longing for more. More feelings, more emotions, more trust He just can’t because he will bust! Numbing the pain, closing the door; That’s what he does, when he can’t take it anymore. Doesn’t want to remember the buddy that was lost. The guilty feelings of survival, but at what cost? The cost of the life that was interrupted so young; By the war that has just begun. No homecoming is what he said And he cried and cried with his hands on his head. I know I love a man with a boy’s heart But a serious war has torn it apart. Turn the innocence to guilty The laughter to cries I continue to ask why? Kneeling down next to my bed I asked God to clear his head. I pray to heal his heart Help me understand, Why we are apart. I hold on to the good times when the boy comes out; But the warrior I can sure do without! I love a man who cannot be true; Because he’s always feeling so blue. Nightmares and screams is sometimes what I hear And he wakes up full of fear. Don’t touch me go away And then come touch me another day. What happens to us as time goes by? Numbing or pain I’m still asking why? I will always love him that’s a fact; And I know I could never go back. Back to the beginning when his young heart sang; When it was not me that he blamed. The other woman has won his heart once more That is the price you pay for war! J |
Rasen1
User ID: 80639340 United Kingdom 09/20/2021 03:07 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Those butterflies fade, How they fade, Which once flew high, Wings tearing, desperate fluttering, Falling to earth. But the paper butterflies, Those I sent you, In the soft lined box, Are their wings yet uncrumpled? You told me, Paper butterflies aren't worth a second look. Those painted tokens which took me hours to craft. Look out of the window, look, Do you see? That line of glorious butterflies, Still they fly free. Irridescent wings shining, sun-dappled Unfettered yet by misery And you, my butterfly, dragged earthbound by suffering, your fragile paper wings recovering will you soar again, one day? |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 7284755 United Kingdom 09/20/2021 03:09 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left TOMORROW Should another day be like today I'd wish for no tomorrow But yesterday, unlike today, was full of joy, not sorrow Another day, like yesterday I would like to borrow But come what may, just like today There will be a tomorrow |
manchestercalling
User ID: 80897940 United Kingdom 09/20/2021 03:17 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left 'excerpt from the diary of a nobody' and so to bed, with leaden head, and uninspired i went. another day to waste away, another non-event. while out of sight, in life and light, an urgent world awoke. and others did, as they were bid, like oxen on the yoke. |
rAbBITboY
User ID: 80716778 United Kingdom 09/22/2021 04:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Closed gates There was supposed to be some sort of revolution, Some would say, "To take the power back ." All I see is final solutions, convolutions, no restitution, closed gates and self made heart attacks, What's mine is yours and while you're at it you make as well take another 20% on top of that, for good measure, it's been a pleasure. Cops kill, it's what they're trained to do, it's nothing new,politicians lie, priests are all paedophiles and that sparkle in your eye, they'll beat that shit the fuck right out of you the first chance they get, you bet, Have you met the human race? A fucking waste, a bunch of snakes, take you for everything you've got and then spit in your face, So close your gates, lock your doors, lock your windows, every way the wind blows. Just sit in front of your T.V. and believe everything you read, It takes one match to burn a thousand trees, Imagine what the petrol bomb through your front window will do to the house you'll never be able to finish paying for, That's not a metaphor, that's real life and if you don't know by now then you never will, Get back on the hamster wheel, Buried up to your neck in shit for the fuck of it. Your protests are irrelevant, Your benevolent masters are much faster than you'll ever be, Than you've ever been, than you'll ever see, than you could ever dream. They're playing 3D chess with your lives and you're far too blind to see through their lies and their greed. So close your gates, close your windows, close your doors and grow yourself some weed. I have accompanying music here if anyone is interested. Unsure how to embed it. [link to saintproductions.bandcamp.com (secure)] |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 77906239 United States 09/22/2021 04:39 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left To navigate a sea of rules Seems a pastime fit for fools. We set our course of dos and don'ts, Within a tangled maze we float, And though it's always in our sight, We fail to reach the cherished Right. We seem to take insidious pleasure As we go forth to punish the transgressor, And yet must stop and pay the toll For conflicts of the human soul. Our system's ever-present blight Is in its obstinate trust in might. In every ethical case, the grind Proceeds from the division of body and mind. Needlessly this conflict rages In courts, in schools, in history's pages. But what is the prescription for moral health? The truth is to be found in existence itself. What we must now understand If Reason is to have the upper hand Os that the key to blessed living Comes not from taking, or from giving, Nor faith, nor goods, or deadly strife, But from the very transience of human life. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 80253127 United States 09/22/2021 04:59 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Towards the Ledge Murmurs in the darkness against the stomping of feet. Bare foot pressing cold earth, hands shoving the next. Wandering blindly in the night, fear the motivator. Rotating phases of panic and calm, hope and angst. This momentary pause a tired surrender to trampling. The rage pushes forward and the mass surges on faster. Am I pushing the next or simply shoved from behind? The hate drove us running, screaming into the crowd, Whilst the night itself laughed at us in hysterical fits. But in calm hues the day breaks lazily on the horizon. And you can hear the crying out in joyful expression. As the frontlines raise their hands in hopeful cheers, We near our perpetual destination of prosperous life. But in a step I falter, as do we all, achieving freefall. Traveling into another dementia as we slowly realize, The glorious land below undefined from our vista point, Was the same place we abandoned in riotous grief. And plunging head first into the depths of fate I see below, The local denizens point skyward and shriek as collections of humanity rain down upon them at a constant rate. And before we land, as hope dies away into resignation, we see the people below running in maddened fear, driven by hate into the night to begin a new parade, a final collective end that continues on and on and on. |
Khrom
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 77906239 United States 09/22/2021 05:16 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Towards the Ledge Quoting: Labyrinthine_Pathfinder Murmurs in the darkness against the stomping of feet. Bare foot pressing cold earth, hands shoving the next. Wandering blindly in the night, fear the motivator. Rotating phases of panic and calm, hope and angst. This momentary pause a tired surrender to trampling. The rage pushes forward and the mass surges on faster. Am I pushing the next or simply shoved from behind? The hate drove us running, screaming into the crowd, Whilst the night itself laughed at us in hysterical fits. But in calm hues the day breaks lazily on the horizon. And you can hear the crying out in joyful expression. As the frontlines raise their hands in hopeful cheers, We near our perpetual destination of prosperous life. But in a step I falter, as do we all, achieving freefall. Traveling into another dementia as we slowly realize, The glorious land below undefined from our vista point, Was the same place we abandoned in riotous grief. And plunging head first into the depths of fate I see below, The local denizens point skyward and shriek as collections of humanity rain down upon them at a constant rate. And before we land, as hope dies away into resignation, we see the people below running in maddened fear, driven by hate into the night to begin a new parade, a final collective end that continues on and on and on. That's really not bad. Poetry of course doesn't have to rhyme, but look into near-rhyme, internal rhyme. WILFRED OWEN! It is not necessary to stick to a strict meter GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS, but your rhythm skips awkwardly sometimes. Still, a good poem. |
humbird
User ID: 73158440 United States 09/22/2021 05:28 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Re: Writers of GLP: post the best poem you have ever written! [CONTEST for 1 month full subscription] ~1 day left Time for twenty lines ______________ Time not only rhymes, but slips and glitches. Cats in the matrix and groundhogs day which say "Danger, Will Robinson ! You've been exactly here ten thousand times! Take the mulligan!" The night my innocence ended, I heard my own voice in the air, Coming from three feet behind me, I said "this time don't answer the phone!" It wasn't an option, So I did and I slid down the rabbit hole, As the sorcerer's whisper took a menacing turn And became Death, the destroyer of my little world. Thirty four years ago now. So now I can remember the future, Conjure manatees, read minds and locate lost objects. Random cats follow me down the street. Birds fly overhead most mornings with warnings. I cause the lame to walk and hear the music of the spheres. None of it matters, just because. I can't quite recall the nonlinear future of Love. "Aside from the small band of Forteans scattered around the world, nobody seems to notice all aspects of this phantasmagoria." John Keel |