maybe, but i didnt want to get people confused and thinking my ending was a peon bowing continually to a fallen roman emperor.. i mean metaphor shouldnt take away from the general meaning..

"They told me take it back
Stop speaking your mind and how you feel"

you mistaken the physical for the mental
digesting my comment with the literal
comprehension that a monkey does posses
your pink fluffy dress
is soiled from mud stains
it is all that remains
of your furry armor.


cmon man, really, you should think more about what your eyes read.

too cute? umm.. no, actually horus that was only an inkling of the bulk of his books. Theres literally thousands of authors in that collection i still keep stacked in a ton of boxes. most of it i havent even begun to explore.. the man could read huge books in three days, even one if he was really drawn into the story.. i sometimes thought he was a machine.

btw, whats wrong with grapy ocean? ;/ i liked that line too... -sigh- well, do you have a suggestion of what would replace that perhaps?

it probly made it into the front cover of the school newspaper.. bleh.. i didnt even make it to the middle of the poem when i quit reading and announced judgement.

Contemplation.. ah, more like my memory being replayed on paper, its an exact description of how my father would spend his nights eating dinner.

He introduced me to Clive and I am also an avid reader of his writing, he also directed me to the great works of Jean M Auel, Jonathan Kellerman, and many other wonderful authors.

I remember when i was eight, my school had this reading contest and he inspired me to read white fang.. since then i was addicted to reading, he was quite proud of it.. hrmm.. memories.. i miss that old man..

Thanks for the vote and comment, glad you enjoyed it.

your right... i just might seriously consider trying that suggestion.. ill see what i come up with.

oki doki captain.. ill raise the damned bar then.. yikes.. with horus and you kicking me around ill be a muscle bound sailor..

Ah now, i never went to cooking class.. actually.. yeah, now that i think about it i actually did, but it wasn't a vegetarian class. But i was using the whole poem as like a metaphor for writing poetry actually.. but either way its still a good read, cooking class or writing.

ah, icecream. cherry cuban flavor. ;)

roger roger. ;)

now now, we aint havin fish sticks. :P

And your comments poking at me, pissing me off to make me do better.. like a deranged mentor. thanks.

I feel much better now, thanks ;D