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Rust 
Forum Senior Member 
Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
 Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:05 |
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It is cold on the Edge of Time.
Wander inside your abandoned mind,
Hunt for thoughts you hesitate to find.
It is so cold your skin breaks out in an unexpected epidemic.
Fear begins to overwhelm from the cold, bringing a slow, knife like exit.
Though preperation for this exit is only useless because one can't prepare for eternity to come.
It is quiet while it is loud on the Edge of Time.
Sound dims as it grows and fades as it glows.
Be quiet, do not speak on the Edge of Time!
Where it is forbidden to communicate in calculated rhyme.
The Edge of Time is closed to feelings, be them love or hate.
You are fobidden to sin in a human trait.
Pain is not agreed through voilent war,
Our realm not in reach of war in vain.
Time's pursistance prooves futile against the edge's ends ahead of Hell.
It keeps going, and it never stops,
Time won't tell.
Time does not control essence,
a believed edge.
it is where time cannot pass,
bridges pour through time,
rusted cross'.
Ending its eternal path.
DO NOT JUDGE THE EDGE OF TIME!
Judgement will come to the stone thrower,
a crippled time controller.
Worship is a waste,
(Wispy Race!!!)
the Edge of Time pities worshipers,
but it does not know of their existence.
(from a distance)
It preferes to not think,
be personified,
tricked to or lied.
It keeps all possecions taken in,
only to forgive itself of its own sin.
Time fails in this land unknown to science and God.
It is forever, as beginning starts at never.
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time is Forever
The Edge of Time is Forever The Edge of Time
is only a hallucination.
It cannot be explained.
A non-human creation.
It exists in the mind of those who fear,
Those who fear death,
those who fear life, and what comes after.
Whether it be prosperity or disaster.
The Edge of Time inspires many insane
Because in the end, one knows it exists yet one can't explain. Edited by Rust - January 06 2007 at 20:34 |
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Joined: July 04 2005 Location: Malaria Status: Offline Points: 89372 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:18 |
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Wow! Bravo! Amazing! Superb! Brilliant!
As I don't know the original song (haha, I should, I know), then its origins are lost on me. |
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Rust
Forum Senior Member
Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:23 |
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Well, it really resembles Hawkwinds "Space is Deep/ The Wizard Blew His Horn" from Warrior on the edge of time and also on Space Ritual.
My versions are a clear indicator, so I shouldn't get all that thanks since it isn't to much of mine.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Joined: July 04 2005 Location: Malaria Status: Offline Points: 89372 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:37 |
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Oh, well I shall locate the lyrics in question and compare them sometime soon.
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NutterAlert
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Joined: June 07 2005 Location: In transition Status: Offline Points: 2808 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 07:46 |
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There was a young man from Glenglozle
Who found a remarkable fossil He deduced from the bend And the wart on the end 'Twas the peter of Paul the Apostle |
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Proud to be an un-banned member since 2005
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Arrrghus
Forum Senior Member
Joined: July 21 2006 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 5296 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 10:14 |
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I'm love to write poetry. I've written a five part prog epic about Leprechauns.
However, the thing is so damned long, I'll post something else.
Although the sun cannot walk the earth,
He roams the heavens and the skies.
He wants to admire all his children:
He looks on with joy in his eyes.
His children destroy His sacred garden:
They turn His plants into dust.
His tears cannot water these broken seeds,
And his love begins to rust.
Death before his eyes is creeping slowly,
Passing screams eclipse every dawn.
The children of the sun were once flowing,
But sadly the river is now gone.
Only an ocean remains of creation -
The children turn to evil and fight.
The Sun heaves a heavy sigh,
And refuses to share his light.
The Sun turns to see his garden burning;
Smoke rises over the ash-covered trees.
Cries of horror ring out in the night:
The last child is brought to his knees.
And though the sun cannot walk the earth,
He roams the heavens and the skies.
He wants to admire all his children:
He cannot, and so he cries.
I also like to write humorous stuff.
My friend, Mickey, (aka the Wizard, who intoduced me to this site) likes to sing an excerpt from one of my poems:
Everyone knows drugs that
Drugs are crappy:
Smoke a beaver,
And you'll be happy.
Also, the whole Leprechauns thing is hilarious. (I'm so modest). |
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MustShaveBeard
Forum Senior Member
Joined: February 20 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 366 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 18:13 |
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Here's two poems I wrote that made it into my school's literary magazine (And they're the only two damn things worth reading in there, if you ask me
 ):Following the Mountains
Following a dastardly disaster in the mountains
(Of which the contents are too terrible to recount),
I began hitchhiking on the pathway to heaven
(After I found my severed thumb and hat, of course).
But tons of cars passed and not one of them asked
Why I stood in the road all alone and torn,
With my pants all worn and my warts all showing.
And eventually I came to see
That saints were not nice enough to pick me up,
So I built my own house alongside the road.
Ankles Looks Strange When It's Spelled Out
I accidentally
Sprained my ankle today,
But at least
I did it with gusto...
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Your life or your lupins!!!
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Open-Mind
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Joined: June 21 2006 Status: Offline Points: 1800 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 18:20 |
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Here's one that I wrote...
Goodbye Suddenly it's seems like There is no ray of light The Darkness comes and slips through the night My head turns around now I'm trying to close my eyes But my memory it still live inside, "Goodbye" Years go on I'm off to catch a flight But the plane is always off the time.. And minutes before The plane lands and I roll I see your face, there's nothing else to say, "Goodbye" |
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"I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll this time, I feel my luck could change.. "
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The Wizard
Prog Reviewer
Joined: July 18 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 7341 |
Posted: July 24 2006 at 23:10 |
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Oh my pregnant head
A labia expells thoughts
and it also speaks lies
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Rust
Forum Senior Member
Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 02:57 |
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Well, the new poems since yesterday are preety weird, ofcourse I like weird. I don't agree with MustShaveBeard about which poems so far are essential to read, a bit selfish I think.
But, do keep tuned in, I'll have some more stuff soon, for those who like mine. Edited by Rust - July 25 2006 at 03:53 |
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Joined: July 04 2005 Location: Malaria Status: Offline Points: 89372 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 02:58 |
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Rust, he was referring to the school magazine that his poems appeared in, not the poems in this thread!
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Rust
Forum Senior Member
Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 03:52 |
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Oops, sorry. In that case I take back what I said. |
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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VanderGraafKommandöh
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Joined: July 04 2005 Location: Malaria Status: Offline Points: 89372 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 05:09 |
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PA exclusive, new poem by someone!
Bob's curious about security (and so he should be) My heart has broken all the rules By sitting on a wall with fools, Who don't know wrong From wrong Right? Wrong! But still it sits on that wall, whether with fools, or pilchards. It matters not. No. Wait! What? Wait! Why? Nevermind. Rules are meant to be broken. As is this poem, as it meanders, unaware of it's limpett like ways into Bobscurity... Geck0 - 25 July 2006 |
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NutterAlert
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Joined: June 07 2005 Location: In transition Status: Offline Points: 2808 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 07:58 |
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Proud to be an un-banned member since 2005
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NutterAlert
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Posted: July 25 2006 at 08:02 |
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The dead swans lay in the stagnent pool.
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stonebeard
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Joined: May 27 2005 Location: NE Indiana Status: Offline Points: 28057 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 12:55 |
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Haiku #1
Underneath the earth
A gentle current carries
Bits of broken stones
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stonebeard
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Joined: May 27 2005 Location: NE Indiana Status: Offline Points: 28057 |
Posted: July 25 2006 at 13:06 |
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Limerick #1
I once had a wealth of money
I hardly knew what to do
Music I bought
A curse I was frought
And now I am as poor as you
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Syzygy
Special Collaborator 
Honorary Collaborator Joined: December 16 2004 Location: United Kingdom Status: Offline Points: 7003 |
Posted: July 26 2006 at 12:45 |
If I remember rightly, that's an example of Vogon poetry from Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams. I think it was by Vogon Jeltz?
Try this from the story 'Trurl's Electronic Bard' by Stanislaw Lem:
Mockles! Fent on a silpen tree,
Blockards three a-feening,
Mockles, what silps came to thee
In thy pantry dreaming?
Or
Oft, in that wickless chalet all begorn,
Where whilom soughed the mossy sappertort
And you were wont to bong...
later, the macine is challenged to write a 6 line poem about a haircut, cleverly rhymed, every word beginning with s:
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored.
She scissored short. Sorely shorn,
Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed,
Silently scheming,
Sightlessly seeking,
Some savage, spectacular suicide.
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'Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute to the already rich among us...' Robert Wyatt, Gloria Gloom |
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Rust
Forum Senior Member
Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: July 27 2006 at 15:56 |
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This one's called, Attained, it's a remeniscent of my man Jon, who spiritually awakened me. It's about happiness, so read with with a happy voice and attitude. Acclaimed by his name
And master of fame
Attained by a fusion of wonders to blame
A taste of forever, it's saying we're together
Content of compasion and rashioned for more.
An assortment of colour and capture my soul,
Confusions intrusion miraculous beings, one goal.
To live in a peace, and taste out debris.
To conqure disease and rightious release.
And attained while given his pennyless gain,
To help out a brother in family name.
Forever in fusion in chambers of matter
And hammer out and gladly give out my hand.
Summon up the castle and fire out the calls.
The keeper has come to kinder our halls.
Alarm the horns, and celabration parade
And dance on promises of incredible claims.
Attain my knowledge of freedom above,
Claim my friendship and worship of love.
Attain the tresure of eternal pleasure,
Through mortal happiness inside a mind.
Measure an act to the lines of a page,
Thank for an act requesting no change.
Do not fear, it is my day off today so there will be more!! Edited by Rust - July 27 2006 at 17:14 |
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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Rust
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Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: July 27 2006 at 17:12 |
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Also inspired by Jon Anderson.
Capturing pebbles from wondering caverns
They prophecie patterns
Crusading parading, anger eliminating.
Digger escavading a temple of things.
Shadow preyer forgeting his troubles,
Rising from the rubble and digging a grave.
Shiny shade touchful tastes, and purified race,
Providing existence and shameless telling.
Your helping the helpers help helpless dieing.
Crying a baby and young just the faster.
The pasture is raptured testifiying to cured.
Cancel the hatred and follow the truth.
Bring thoughtless song that encourage to sing.
Ring leader believer, leave her, no wedding ring.
Sting stylish stations of corrupted creaters.
Fling money to send, stop the next armogeddon.
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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