Just A Little Bit Poetry

[cond0lence]

I just wanted to improve my english-skill

and suddenly had so much time, but no mind how to fill.

Maybe the grammar is not correct.

Incomfortable

You gave me wings that never fly,

A mouth that ever spoke through lie,

The Recognition to fall in Love

and just the Suffering like a shooten dove.

The Place of Heaven

I tell you about the heaven a little thing.

Its wrong that death could bring you in.

Also this appearence to making hear angels sing.

The only place you'll find heaven are yourself within.

Rap'n'Raging - friendly censored

Declaration:

I tried to make it like EMINEM (not that kind of music I prefer, but I like STAN so its needed to be more rude)

WARNING: This represents NOT my speaking style! Maybe it has a few things with real things in common,

Just maybe, like the most and everything should.

A long night again without a second sleep,

Hanging on this: I'm such a f.. freak,

Allways hear these voices that not exist,

Annoying, on p..

You couldn't heal me,

through reveal the truth, - see,

look, I'm loosen the control more and more

and what are you? - A damn wh..,

not that kind of girl anymore,

Remember, I said stay,

but you changed your life, you picked up an other way,

not came back, just f.. with this g..

what had I tried to get you back,

hopeless, no access.

Thanks b.. what I've learned from you,

May I understand, - So,

this was not love deep inside you,

just a Show.

For an Angel

I'm just writing your this little letter

so frustrated and thinking, may you could do it better,

or however.

But you wanted that I tell you this,

I had goosebumps as we kissed, this feeling that gets under skin

a runner let reach the win,

Just moments like this, so full of bliss, we daily miss.

Is it worth telling about makes me blushing,

you know how hard it is, so please don't laughing.

Nobody can explain about feelings,

Accept it, I tried my best in hope you receive the meaning.

But a shell is grown through time

I won't never take off just by your wish.

Maybe I'm not tough enough.

[Angel-55]

cond0lence you are amazing bro'

i like your writing please type more

you words are so kind and really nice

when i hear them my bearth becomes ICE

it's because of impression that they made on me

i like the way you spook it through

really great especially the expressions

i hope to see more coming to make such impressions !!

lol Great one's cond0lence keep it up

Cheers To All

Edited May 31, 2007 by Angel-55

[ECLiPTiC]

You have poetic blood in your veins cond0lence!

I esp like the Rap'n'Raging & For an Angel.

[JetCodE!]

I noticed you got "control" over language since I read the little "introduction" with your latest skin. You're a great writer.. just practice more your English (some grammar and syntax, not very different from Deutsch's ).. and keep warming us with your poems

[cond0lence]

Just thought about what this 'amazing' could mean, Angel

May thinking back on Aerosmiths - Amazing I can Imaging this feeling.

The Musicvideo is shooting through my mind.

I just saw your nick and so I picked that for the last one's headline and combined it with memories.

I'm glad the STAN-Style is not so bad that I belived, I struggles long with me and finally give the risk a chance.

I don't need no sins, enough that I prayed too loud 'feeling boring' and get within a day my yearly '1-week flu' now

Something we can't find a name heares everyhing, strange saying that, because I don't want to belive in god, anymore

I decided to add that also to avoid a discuss about religion subject. No need doing that. Why I get so often offtopic.

Just a brainstorm:

I'm a protestian formerly, the rebel of the catholics. We have not that enforcing what these belivers doing. If there would really be a god, he would not accept that the pope is the blasphemia in person. Because to explain it with their own words 'god said don't have other gods next to me'. The pope want to be someone like god, but he is just a selected human being, picked up like a chancelor or whoever through a roulette wheel. And if there would be a god this can't be people die day by day, often hundreds. They are all victims by themself, Docs are the somecalled 'gods in white', because they could decide about dead and life. I'm just a realist beliving in science at most. The Bible was written by someone oneday thats sure, but for me it's a novell, for other the rule of life. Just my opinon, but you will never find an end, when you want to discuss about that you have nothing real to explain the great thing that was brushed up over centuries, so let it be, take what you want to belive. Like the fallen eyebrows that you loose day by day and don't care about.

Edited May 31, 2007 by cond0lence

[cond0lence]

I'm at the moment grabbing the lyrics of Stan, easy to get them from many site thesedays or already translated, so glad finally find the right time to confront about the entire story, sometimes I was too busy just listened in the local radio on a workplace somewhere, when it came out in the 90s (I think), they had about 2 Versions and DIDO get popular in germany. Also got a few impressions of the musicvideo, but never understand the best the last parts. So hopefull, anyway its too late there. Because I have that thinking all this growing (example stars) never care about what they produce, these reaction they give out, only want making money. Is this passion, when you just want to be someone? As I wrote the lines I just had the melody in my never can't stop growing brain, this simple 2/4 rhythm. But when you have lost some things in past important for you - sometimes not realize, or too late - you try to collect all your feelings. Things nobody (Incl. someone wants to be called god) ever could take you away, anymore. May life-experience would help to pass the test at the Last Judgement.

[cond0lence]

Such a sunny morning / The Summer is calling

Can you hearing, the birds are back again,

and I think, man what a f.. good day.

Time to travel somewhere at a beach and looking,

how the clouds walking below the sky

and to guess what they be, there above walking.

For example this looks like an snowman or wait a minute a plane,

wow, yes a f.. great plane, that fades now into a swan.

Hey swan, open your wings, you drift away.

Such a f.. good day.

(I think this increases the emotion so I added a few f..'s)

Why it so hard is, don't loving you anymore

I can remember every second we had together,

moments, I don't want miss ever.

Especially, your cute smiling so often suddenly

Just looked into your face and thought, was this I, this can't be.

We simply giggled and the day was fine,

you were my sun, you gave me this shine.

Hard to belive, because you had allways the darker mood,

I tried everything you could feel good,

but you just said it was not enought.

My love to you was bigger to you, than you could do,

so deep that it hurted, when you not were next by me and this is true.

Time to burn your letters I collected soon,

I don't understand, why they were not destroyed, yet, it's such a doom.

Also so hard not simply to be like you,

doing anything and don't care about, what can I do?

Is this insane, this can't-just-playing-around and walk on,

without the feeling of a little bit pain, if you did something wrong?

Ah, right, sure, I'm not like everyone.

And so it's time to end these lines,

hopefully that the sun ever again shines.

[Angel-55]

Nice Poems bro' cool work i like it especially the one called "Why it so hard is, don't loving you anymore" it has some nice expressions and descriptions i wish you best luck bro' cause such words we don't say every day some wonderful ideas you got and a great talent keep it up...........!!

Cheers To All

[Baxter]

For you to really know me

You'll have to look down deep

But before you ever get the chance

You'll need to wake from sleep.

You walk around inside your world

And I inside of mine

The reason why we can't connect

Is you feel yours is fine.

There is no room for both of us

In your ego-centered life

It's witnessed by the way I live

A married -- but lonely life

You live your life just from your head

And I just from my heart

And though we live together

Our lives are lived apart.

It's hard to just go on like this

Something just has to give

If there

[cond0lence]

Hi Baxter,

Do you want continue?

I'm still working on some presets for PS, so the priorities have to change for me.

This is at the moment the last, anyway I'm not away.

Time changes with you

I'm remebering old days,

as we really belived mankind discovered the space

and for the church my heart had a bigger place.

We met us the first time in this huge shop of our town,

the trees had something snow figured like a crown,

and the days were owfull cold.

Like a few more we had the same reason,

just helping out in an outgoing season,

for a weekend pocket money.

It started with an useless staying around,

You could see empty boxes on the ground,

Thinking, such a waste of money and time.

The Directors selected some and created pairs,

counting stuff, who cares.

With the hours the ice between us were broken,

we gave us the chance and had a little bit spoken,

besides the work,

and allways I lost myself when I looked in your dark eyes,

this feeling like I would dive into in other skies,

but it produced this anxiousness, to loosing the control.

We were maybe the best team,

really and not only like it seems.

Some others hanged around or just robbered bubble gum,

but we belived in our task, so honestly busy, careful and fast.

You counted all this things we needed for our list

and I did the writing job that nothing would be missed.

It sometimes took long combining cans or glasses

so we counted them as 'masses', which gave a better result.

I think you never took notice, when my eyes moved to you side.

The stands there were high and the ways a little bit wide.

Around midnight the time was finally come and almost everything done.

A few years later I went to the same shop,

just for buying something, I don't know anymore what

and saw you work now in a cash-desk.

You view was almost empty, did you remembered me?

just put the stuff over the conveyor belt.

Are you really lucky with this carreer?

Sure, I will forever be on a long search,

but to find such an end like you, would maybe my greatest fear.

[cond0lence]

When I'm always thinking on you I draw a star in my heart,

with the time I have already created my own skynet.

Let me never melting between your hands

and realize that you aren't able holding me anymore if it's too late.

Move your face to the smiling sun

and the shadows fall behind you.

Sometimes, voiceless being is the loudest screaming,

when souls cry tears are just hidden.

All things might have a meaning,

like every page in Book of Life has got two sides.

The first is written by your desire.

and the second fillout itself by destiny.

Good friends leaving footprints in our beach of life,

all bad things will sweep away the tides of time.

Luck could never lose somebody,

but it needs sometimes a break for itself.

Crystal tears glowing through this peaceful night so innocent and bright.

There is no chance to understand me.

I'm captivated in my own lonesome trip, a search to understand myself.

Just to find myself again, I miss me so much,

It looks like I lost me inside you before you were gone.

The world is separated in black and white,

Without a place for an abnormal light.

Escape to a neverending dream,

discover that it is more real like it seem.

Don't cry whenever you lost something.

Try to be happy, because it touched you so hard.

Friendship is like a tree.

It is not important how tall it is, only how deep the roots are going.

[ECLiPTiC]

Well, I'm not a poet like you cond0lence, but I do like poetry

I thought I'd share one of my favorite poems. I know this one by heart and recite it as a bed time story for my older son (of course I tell him an edited version where the Jabberwocky does not get's it's head cut off).

It's Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought--

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.