Define Cynical Fan Forums

VisibilityMissing · Postby **VisibilityMissing** » Mon Feb 21, 2005 2:19 am

Can't . . . stop . . . Must . . . finish . . . My ship . . . My crew . . .

Arloest · Postby **Arloest** » Mon Feb 21, 2005 3:08 am

Soon I will be here no more You`ll hear the tale Through my blood Through my people And the eagle`s cry The bear within will never lay to rest Wandering on Horizon Road Following the trail of tears White man came Saw the blessed land We cared, you took You fought, we lost Not the war but an unfair fight Sceneries painted beautiful in blood Wandering on Horizon Road Following the trail of tears Once we were here Where we have lived since the world began Since time itself gave us this land Our souls will join again the wild Our home in peace `n war `n death Wandering on Horizon Road... " I still dream every night Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies The restless winds over mountaintops The unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin The hallowed land of the Great Spirit I still believe In every night In every day I am like the caribou And you like the wolves that make me stronger We never owed you anything Our only debt is one life for our Mother It was a good day to chant this song For Her Our spirit was here long before you Long before us And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end "

Miles E Traysandor · Postby **Miles E Traysandor** » Mon Feb 21, 2005 4:25 pm

Yay! *Claps and randomly gives Arloest a friendly hug*

Muninn · Postby **Muninn** » Mon Feb 21, 2005 8:55 pm

Reminded me of this Beach Boys song... Trader sailed for Jeweled Crown Humanity rowed the way exploring to command more land scheming how to rule the waves! Trader spied a virgin plain and named it for Velvet Robes wrote home, declaring, "There's a place where totally folks are free! (happily completely) Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides! and animals stalk the mountains and the seaside! and fish abound the lakes and birds the skies! Signed sincerely." Trader found the jeweled land was occupied before he came by humans of a second look who couldn't even write their names (shame!) Trader said they're not as good as folks who wear velvet robes wrote home again and asked, "Please help, the breasts I see; they're not like me banish them from our prairies and our hillsides! clear them from our mountains and our seaside! I want them off our lakes, so please reply! Signed sincerely." Trader he got the Crown okay cleared Humanity from his way he civilized all he saw making changes every single day, said... shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides then roads cut through the mountains to the Seaside the other kind fled to hide, by and by, and so sincerely cried. Making it softly like the evening sea, trying to be making it go creating it gently like a morning breeze, a life of ease eyes that see beyond tomorrow clear to the time without powers passing the Eden of Flowers Reason to live Embracing together like the merging streams pride and dreams making it full begging intently for a slight reprieve a night of ease hands to touch beyond the sorrow on to the force without power piercing the crust of the tower Reason to live Hoping... like a Budding Rose humbling shows making it struggling lonely... like a desert field break the seal make it real ears to hear beyond the showers on to the suns of tomorrows burning the fashion of sorrows... Reason to live Reason to continue Reason to go on Reason to live Reason to live Reason to live

VisibilityMissing · Postby **VisibilityMissing** » Mon Feb 21, 2005 11:28 pm

Okay, long and obscure poetry  <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'>Quote: </td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> The Cremation of Sam McGee There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell". On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request." Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains." A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains." Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing. And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin. Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May". And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum." Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee. Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . . then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm -- Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm." There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. </td></tr></table>

Zaaphod · Postby **Zaaphod** » Tue Feb 22, 2005 2:17 am

Ooh poetry! Let's see now... There once was a man from Nantucket... *gets slapped* Ow! Sorry.... okay then.... Here I sit, broken-hearted... AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *gets dragged off the stage and flung out the window* <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' />

Henohenomoheji · Postby **Henohenomoheji** » Tue Feb 22, 2005 4:08 am

Hey, VM, At first I thought that said "Sam Gamgee".

Ruedii-X · Postby **Ruedii-X** » Fri Feb 25, 2005 6:58 am

So you guys are posting lyrics from poems and poetic songs? Here's a good one! Style: Accoustic Punk / Folk Rock Variant {verse 1} The screaming was silver The silence was gold The skin felt so warm The blood ran so cold I feel like character that dies in the end The credits roll quickly The frames blur and blend {verse2} The frames were engenius The cuts were so clean If I could just realize what they meant to me What have I done as I'm holding the gun I've murdered this love Now I'm on the run {chorus} On the silver Screen Ride off into the sunset with me The curtains would close and the credits would roll on the silver screen {verse 3} A fugitive running when bad times arrive Me and my heart wanted dead or alive Send out the houds to pick up the scent Put up some posters to find where you're love went {Repeat chorus} I pictured sun setting on a small town Where music was playing on snow covered ground. The smell of your sweet skin Was too much to bear To reach out and touch To play with your hair {Repeat Chorus} {Repeat last 2 lines of Chorus} --MxPx. The Silver Screen

Muninn · Postby **Muninn** » Sat Feb 26, 2005 12:57 am

Well, I only posted because of the shared message mine had with what Arloest put.

Zaaphod · Postby **Zaaphod** » Sun Feb 27, 2005 12:12 am

Nothing wrong with that. I like napkins. <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' />

VisibilityMissing · Postby **VisibilityMissing** » Sun Feb 27, 2005 12:14 am

Napkins are okay, but they are kinda bland and chewy.

Miles E Traysandor · Postby **Miles E Traysandor** » Sun Feb 27, 2005 1:14 am

Eight rutabegas in a Duffel Bag. <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' />

Burning Sheep Productions · Postby **Burning Sheep Productions** » Sun Feb 27, 2005 4:31 am

"Let me out! Let me out!" "Let me in! Let me in!" "Ple-he-hease don't eat me..." "Problem?" "Hey, who's the pig?" "Are you talking to me?" "Uh oh. They called him a pig." "Are you talking to me!?" "Shouldn't 'a done that." "ARE YOU TALKING TO ME!!?" "Now they're in for it." "They CALL me... MIIISTER PIG!" "AAAAAHHH!!!" "Take that! And that!" "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow..." "Take that! And that, you yellow belly..." "Take that, you stupid..." (Arsenio Hall "Ooh, ooh" chant)

Arloest · Postby **Arloest** » Sun Feb 27, 2005 4:37 am

Guilty as charged But damn it, it ain't right! There is someone else controlling me. Death in the air! Strapped in the electric chair! This can't be happening to me! Who made you God to say, "I'll take your life from you!"? Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Wait for the sign To flick the switch of death It's the beginning of the end Sweat, chilling cold As I watch death unfold Consciousness my only friend My fingers grip with fear What I am doing here? Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Someone help me! Oh please God help me!! They are trying to take it all away I don't want to die! Time moving slowly The minutes seem like hours The final curtain call I see How true is this? Just get it over with! If this is true, just let it be... Wakened by the horrid scream Freed from the frightening dream Metallica - Ride the Lightning

Zaaphod · Postby **Zaaphod** » Wed Mar 02, 2005 2:14 am

Once upon a time Once when you were mine I remember skies Reflected in your eyes I wonder where you are I wonder if you Think about me Once upon a time In your wildest dreams Once the world was new Our bodies felt the morning dew That greets the brand new day We couldn't tear ourselves away I wonder if you care I wonder if you still remember Once upon a time In your wildest dreams And when the music plays And when the words are Touched with sorrow When the music plays I hear the sound I had to follow Once upon a time Once beneath the stars The universe was ours Love was all we knew And all I knew was you I wonder if you know I wonder if you think about it Once upon a time In your wildest dreams And when the music plays And when the words are Touched with sorrow When the music plays And when the music plays I hear the sound I had to follow Once upon a time Once upon a time Once when you were mine I remember skies Mirrored in your eyes I wonder where you are I wonder if you Think about me Once upon a time In your wildest dreams In your wildest dreams In your wildest dreams

Define Cynical Fan Forums

;)

Who is online