Nah, dude, we're both friends of GoldenRoya - saw your note on her profile, btw. If you scroll down Roya's profile, you'll see that poem of yours a bit further down, posted by yourself. Can't remember the exact circumstances of the copy/paste, but probably I thought it was cool and didn't want it to be lost in one of Gaia's periodic data sweeps. You're a talented poet, btw. Sorry if I creeped you out a bit; that wasn't my intent.
I have moved to Kentucky. I am hoping to save money and overall be more responsible through 2011, and then give the college thing a try again come 2012. Telecom didn't work out due to layoffs so now it is time to try something else.
What in the wide, wide world of sports is going on here?! I sent you guys down here to get some track laid, not jump around like a bunch of Kansas City faggots!
that was a cool poem. I'm going to respond with one of my favorites:
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
God knows when but they're doing it again
You better jump down the alleyway, lookin for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap in the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, but you only got ten!
Got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I got nicotine stains on my fingers
Got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild, staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I go nowhere to fly to
Oooh babe, when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
My favorite line from that bit would definately have to be, "I got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains".....or wait...maybe, "I've got wild stairing eyes, and I've got a strong urge to fly, but I've go nowhere to fly to...fly to...fly to...."
And you know, I was just gonna type the next verse, but realized that since the profile puts the most recent replies on top, the song will no longer be in order. So I won't. Now go listen to it I know you want to.
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