Words prance and skip With ire and twist it's all an ascii slip of the wrist you call them out with bucolic shout but never will ever they hear you Is this supposed to be clever or summint? Dee Cee
Ah. Yet again, another prancing moron entering a thread, inciting my response, and then deleting his to have me left up there looking stupid. "Oscar" is now scribbled on the bullseye. Deecee: Define summint.
I believe it means something similar to something. "clever or something." Maybe a mix between somthing and somewhat? I had wondered who you were like wowing. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Crap. Wish I could contribute some Lip Music. I'm a crappy poet and would only bring this thread crashing down about it's knees if I tried. So, I shall part with no attempts at rhyming.
The Fall of Flamet For coldest light, he could not bare The heart ripped clean, still beating there Mortal and rabid, filled with despair So was the fall of Flamet. With Kings once walked this errant knight And Queens, danced enchanting delight In battle, side-by-side did fight Thy bravest deeds untold they say Then one day his lust desire Yon fair maiden with eyes of fire An eagle soaring ever higher Thy love would grow each day Zounds! Gadzooks! he railed at thee She loved another, it was not to be His world was crumbling violently As the lifeblood flow gave way The light grew colder, darkening fill The toll hath wrought thy empty will Her name he called, and all was still So was the fall of Flamet. Flamet H. Rower Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
this is reposted....umm..yeah... Sin Stutter and flutter all about she did, oh how much a rattled thought she embodied as she stuttered and fluttered all about the cold, steel, room. Yes she did, yes sir, she went discombobulated all about as she tried to find the cold hand of the door to let forth the freedom, freedom she so badly desired at the her present state of discomfort. The pain, oh so sweet the sensual pain that wrapped all about her as she gently scratched away her, once, porcelain skin. Scratching and peeling off the sins that burned her mind with the fires of the never ending pain of regret and hate, oh how sweet her vile hate brewing inside her. Such luscious delicacy of feeding on the beautiful hate. She tried harder now to wash away the sins, harder and harder and harder, oh such sweet blood flowing away from exposed veins. Veins that glistened bright red drenched in the blood of her attempts at heavenly penance of her mortal sins, oh such sweet sensual penance, almost orgasmic in its heathen beauty...a virgin sinner bound to penance. Oh my beautiful one now fluttered about the steel room washing away the sins one scratch after another.....her arms, now not knowing the shelter of the skin, flew in the air free of judgments from heaven and hell, she flung them around carelessly because by now pain had become her slave, a pathetic, sensual, desperate slave that needed her. She didn't fear pain, why would she fear such an abhorrent whore, oh such a putrid whore begging to be fingered at will, as harsh as she could finger her sorry body. Now she was past the bludgeoning of the arms, now she moved on those oh so luscious legs. Those long towers of lustful intents being caressed by the warm sweat being birthed by the maddening heat stemming from penance....oh how she loved the sweat of penance, nothing much sweeter than the sweat driven form the bowls of penance. She tore off the bounding chains, chains in the visage of clothes thrust upon her by her captors. She stood now as she had entered this existence, nude, in all her glory, blood dripping from every pore....oh silly me, blood and sweat poured. Blood and sweat intertwined in a most exotic of relationships, so exotic it was, oh yes, I shutter at even imagining such love her blood and sweat shared at the pinnacle of her penance. She threw herself on the cold steel ground....shaking and fluttering like a captured bird cut in her prime.........oh but dear me she wasn't over...oh no never... she could not be done with the task at hand until the task became no more than meager rock but as it stood at the moment the task was anything but a meager rock....more resembling of a feared mountain but she was no average nomad treading the grounds of such mountain......oh my humble readers she was the god who would bring this mountain to it's begging knees. Yes it has grammer problems.....so what....I am tired.
That being the very reason I stepped back for the second time around, as if I'll hand further reasons to gripe fellow members anymore. Along with my aborted brainchild, an explanation followed on why it had been there in the first place. Alas, woe is me for wasting my luck on such trivial act.
Yesterday, I watched a bit of Bizet's Carmen, and this morning I went to the hairdresser -- and this is the result: (Oh, you have to listen to the aria while reading!) ******** Scibanera CARMEN L'amour est un oiseau rebelle They met in a rather dismal place que nul ne peut apprivoiser, among all sorts of creatures -- et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle, lusicous toads, giggling robots, lost stars, s'il lui convient de refuser. wannabe prophets, false and other sorrowful flowers, Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière, any many other moon-behowling creatures. l'un parle bien, l'autre se tait; He thought her being able to take away breaths. et c'est l'autre que je préfère: (Some disagreed though.) il n'a rien dit, mais il me plait. Anyway, the result was clear and simple: L'amour ! etc. Love! CHOEUR L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, etc. Love, oh love. He was smitten. CARMEN L'amour est enfant de bohème, But, the whole thing wasn't all that simple. il n'a jamais connu de loi: There were some practical problems Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime; regarding the exaggerated use of the colour si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! etc. that is the colour of all sickly poets. CHOEUR Prends garde à toi! etc. Bewared, he should have! L'amour est enfant de bohème, etc. For that bird was not to be caught. CARMEN L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre Desperatley trying to steal battit de l'aile et s'envola - some smiles from her, l'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre; begging for her mercy, tu ne l'attends plus, il est là! she -- just! -- flew away! Tout autour de toi vite, vite, Other birds were singing joyful ditties il vient, s'en va, puis il revient - of the once lost mirth tu crois le tenir, il t'évite, that now came back. tu crois l'éviter, il te tient. But oh, it helped him little. L'amour ! etc. For it was love! CHOEUR Tout autour de toi, etc. Yes, love. Breathtakingly, enticingly -- and elusively! CARMEN L'amour est enfant de bohème, With smittening fire and ravishing ice il n'a jamais connu de loi, she apprioached him. si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime; "How pure, how purely silver, how purely silverly white!", he sighed, breathlessly. si je t’aime, prends garde à toi! However, he did forget one thing: Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime, etc. Love was stronger than him! CHOEUR Prends garde à toi! etc. Oh love! L'amour est enfant de bohème, etc. Oh love! *** (Here's a translation into English.)
