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Oh no no no pure coincidence man-- pure coincidence. Nothing's directed at you. I just asserted that it was sad, the surety with which people present their points. Posts here are made not from minds that seem they want to learn, but from already formed opinions- theories- which to me, leaves no room to learn from a discussion. Again, what I see, you or anyone else might not, just my 50kobo. I like good men, I think u're a good one.or aren't u? |
@Ugonnae Cognitive dissonance |
@KDK The problem is perspective. It always will be. Your views vs mine. The mindset with which some on this thread make posts is just sad. The "I'm sure of what I'm saying-- shut up" mentality is just strong-- If only points of view could be presented as what they are, not "points from God" then, no it wont be as sad. |
Aww! 'tis love story Makes me tear just for love for her only This hopeful lad he lives again She cried and it was not in vain I shall watch I shall wait To see these lovers Their bloom, their fate As they mold their destiny I shall watch, and I shal wait. Maybe be like them someday Maybe teach myself to play This game of love that I despise maybe I could love one day I shall watch and I shall wait Maybe be like them someday. |
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Is Love that lady in your bed? That thing of beauty next to you Is Love that mystrey in your head? That cloud's your mind with words unsaid Lov's The girl men love so much She's the man girls dream to kiss She's everything from cramps to blush I behold love, I feel malaise Lov's the conqueress of kings The valint wordless touch of death With words unspoken, the brute she tames Love is death, the incarnate Lov's an illusion to my brain Lov's a feeling or a place Lov's where I go to catch a train Lov's what I do to keep mundane. |
This morning you? been a while huh |
Love is everything. Love is nothing. |
A stale-mate is when no one wins and no one loses. |
A stale-mate? Do you know chess? |
somegirl:There are different types of games, different types of wins and different types of loses. Compromise itself is a game; in a chessmasters terms it's call'd a stale. For their best intrests players write the rules and adjust 'em as they see fit. Everything's a game, difference is: d'you know the rules? |
@hottstepper What part of nnewi r you from? I'm from uruagu. Maybe we should hook up-- don't u think? ![]() |
Hehe Superman them and the bag lady sista--- una funny o One talks like she's born and bred in the US. She's so stereotypical. All the same, good luck with the ridiculous campaign. They want me to go into the street and bring every black-man into my house and feed him some Amala and Eewdu stew made with coconut juice--- all in the name of brotherhood. haba. I've been looking for a flea market I can get bisquick old enough to improvise with. I got ma coconut juice handy. Very soon I'll be yelling "Al ma black bruthas!! where y'asses at--- a gat some amala and ewedu $h!t for y'all and am throwin' some coconut juice on this $h!t and it's off the hook. All 'because y'all's ma bruthas!!" I can see the looks on their faces after tasting it like "wtf?--" rollin~rollin |
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somegirl:How do you say Love's not a game but still talk compromise? did you intend a picture Which the game is compromised That both win so none lose? |
here's a mind blowing discussion for anyone on the term free-will. Be patient enough to read it all, then come back here and make a post. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/board/nest/41937129 |
love has it's degrees and extents. A man might not be hooked yet But when he feels even once That tugging is his stomach The appreciation for someone He got the pretty tiny little whif And he should be good to go With his luck in one hand And his guts in the other. |
Can someone please define 'free-will'? |
One word: SHAKARA |
Everyone's said it. I wanted a girl that'd pop my eyes out'a my brain on the first day. Yeah I'm blind now. |
To them that understand. Gwatala, u're a great poet. |
I can smell someone telling u the answer is Free-will. There's no free-will anywhere. Infact, everything is nothing. make sense? I guess not.This is the only reason man remains the victim of his beliefs. "Lucifer" like any of us had no choice. He was put in the position, the environment, to make him top-priority. His head was wired by God, his emotions his very core and tendencies. There's no free-anything. Life's fun live with it |
Everyone with his perspective. There is no convincing anyone. just say what u got. Leave out the persuasive argument. It dont work when minds are already made up. I took my speech 101 class ![]() |
A poet 's a poet A lov'r is himself I'm the star u're the commet There'a place There's a stage Where men write, so boys can play There's a mind Where life lives Where stages play, and lov'rs blind. |
Aye aye! I heard you I do think lov's just a game Something serious done by two A cool lad and a fine dame A game-- like a game of chess Though differs in anatomy The less pieces, lesser the mess Both take time and scrutiny Lov's a beauty when both know the rules They play knowing it's just a game Not for the win or for the lose But with time to heights attain But then when they two miss the point Amiss they play and fingers point There goes love, its hardest fall There goes baby buff craddle and all |
Art is an expression of self. |
thnks ice |
Life, love and death. I'm the one I want to be But though I'm me, Love lov'd me deeply We're in love 'because she call'd me virgin Most certain, 'because our love's untapped But I lay here dying and where is she I'm lov'd by life and killed by death. When love hates She says one word, sounds like "fate" "fate?" I'd ask but she'd say nay "Remember I'm love, I have no hate I've lov'd you till this very hour" But I'm dying 'because my Love's gone sour I am he that'd love to die But Death eludes, and life's awry She visits me, I love them eyes "Tomorrow" says she "I'll love You more" I lay in pain, not asking why She'll be here, she never lies. When Love hates and life is sour, Call on death she'll love u more. |
The lunatic. Losely fangs he sorely bore Ringed red eye never redder bled Cheeks hung loose and from wears worn Pale as the man in the god-damned moon By God he swore 'cos man was cursed Life lived long, option-- death far from worst For the maid that made the mad her man Was slain by the man the mad had made He still alive could not have been more insane As insane as he could never more alive been T'was time for his shadows --umbra and pen-- To for once in horror sit still beside him loom It was a dream that dreamt and never woke He was the man in the half-faced crazy moon |
Dark humor begets bigotry And the life of the exorcist scares a demon Darkness and light are seperated by symmetry As the moon exists not without the sun. Sins attoned for leave sinners unpunished I sin that I may die for my act My sins are taken, the brooke's dry, I'm famished Everyday I die, but bright is my mask. As the living rever the dead Like void is bliss and death is life Sins of the living are to the damned, fed So they might die in darkness or live like there was no light Eternity is now, and death never ends I live to die while I die to live When God is love and mercy extends Eternity is restarted and death is re-lived; But when darkness returns and death is true knight, The black will reign supreme like there was no White. |
It's important that it makes sense to THE WRITER first and fore-most; it doesn't matter if it makes sense to any reader (because "sense" is subjective). One of the qualities of a good poem is its ability to use metaphors, and enigma. The better the poem, the broader the meaning different people can derive from it. When poetry is subject to a broad variety of interpretations, it won't make a lot of sense. Just let the poem come from you, and it'll be true. You dont need rhymes if u cant use them. |

