Where oh where does the partner in crime goes?

[Vandreax]

To the one true Herafeen,
It is me, the one you haven't seen.
From the lines I've read of passionate fervour,
Would you care to join me for something to savour.

Tragic it might sound about loneliness,
Remember that stars can't shine without darkness.
We've all put up with the rain to watch the rainbows,
What tomorrow holds, that, no one knows.

In this sea of riches and gold,
You might be something I might never hold.
Doing this may be somewhat bold,
I'd take my chances to what may unfold.

Though I know that I may not get a reply,
I'd never know if I didn't try.
So here we are and there's nowhere to hide,
Let's start our rampage like Bonnie and Clyde.

A life of crime is never past my time,
Robbing everyone to their very last dime.
If you are looking for a partner in crime,
Let's catch up for coffee together sometime.

In other news, Who got so much power for a 20 point zap? Zap me one time, my backside tear.

I used up whatever remaining brain cells I have left for this. I am sure you wouldn't zap a borderline retard but rather up him right!

[huhwhad]

In blank verse this writ was form'd,
in haste, in fear of Zeus's advance.
Descend from a happier far,
thine banquet, I late discern.
Sing, O'Muse; I thence invoke,
thy aid to my song, that I may,
gain the empyrean seat, and sole partner,
sole part of joys in this ample World.

Hera, thine name mind conjures,
of three that in Mount Ida naked strove.
That I may reverse Paris's vote,
cast thy way, and avert Trojan's siege.
And thus, delight thee more, gain
thine favor, and thou, consort
to thy self canst nowhere find.

Score and five since past,
from Tree of Life first to seek,
a eternal mate, to cheer in Eden's gift.
In refreshment, food of mind, of
looks and smiles, for smiles Passion flows.
Partake in the onely Tree,
of Knowledge, joy in the Serpent's lure,
if thou so wish.

[nextview]

Originally Posted by bigbrudder

Sure many will.

+9 for you

[jackson555]

Originally Posted by huhwhad

In blank verse this writ was form'd,
in haste, in fear of Zeus's advance.
Descend from a happier far,
thine banquet, I late discern.
Sing, O'Muse; I thence invoke,
thy aid to my song, that I may,
gain the empyrean seat, and sole partner,
sole part of joys in this ample World.

Hera, thine name mind conjures,
of three that in Mount Ida naked strove.
That I may reverse Paris's vote,
cast thy way, and avert Trojan's siege.
And thus, delight thee more, gain
thine favor, and thou, consort
to thy self canst nowhere find.

Score and five since past,
from Tree of Life first to seek,
a eternal mate, to cheer in Eden's gift.
In refreshment, food of mind, of
looks and smiles, for smiles Passion flows.
Partake in the onely Tree,
of Knowledge, joy in the Serpent's lure,
if thou so wish.

finally,someone with more substance has typed!

[justl00king]

Originally Posted by jackson555

finally,someone with more substance has typed!

lol...but it's too chim bro, read already get headache.

Can decipher to more layman terms..and maybe it's a copy and paste? lol

[bigbrudder]

Originally Posted by nextview

+9 for you

Thanks Bro for the support. Appreciated.

[bigbrudder]

All the ones with substance are out! Am humbled.

[acidicavex]

Originally Posted by bigbrudder

All the ones with substance are out! Am humbled.

Lai pls support this bro 10 more to be out.

[huhwhad]

Prior, humble's maiden plea,
woven quick, in Milton's shade,
for Hera's favor seek.
Myriad Hosts' hawken'd eyes,
may indeed sight,
numbered errs, altered verses
and epics' frequent quotes.

Patience, humbly sought.
If Hosts so deign, spot and point,
flaws and faults, so works better forged.

[Johnston]

I've become so numb
I can't feel anything anymore
I've become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this -
All I want to do
is be more like Them and be less like Me

(YES I know its from Linkin Park - you just wait....)
Accessing Archives....

[Johnston]

Miss Hera


Come here - i've something to tell you

As you warily come closer i lunge forward and clasp you firmly to my bosom

You protest , rail and almost make as if scream bloody murder
I quench your anger by gently nibbling at the nape of your neck
Planting kisses like dandelion seeds drifting in the wind

Your irate protests melt away to be replaced by purrs of joy as i lovingly kiss your neck and nuzzle against you

Pulling you tighter against me i tilt your chin and resume loving under your chin
You love it - i can tell as your purrs increase in volume and you even begin moaning in pleasure

Halting my advances abruptly i just maintain my embrace
You look at me quizzically - you say nothing but your eyes speak volumes -why have i stopped pleasing you?

I say not a word and i gaze into your eyes , reveling in this moment of intimacy ...
You lips form a pout and being thus denied your due - you whisper:

Darling, don't stop ... Please?
Take me - love me - use me as you will, but just love me...

Acquiescing to your demands i lower my lips to meet mine and i kiss you. Gently at first, hesitantly, slowly - varying my strength - alternately strong and soft, but never going further

Impatiently you stop for a while, use your hand to grab my head and engulf my mouth in yours - our tongues meet and duel like ancient duellists

Thus both you and i are satisfied. - drinking deeply of each other for a moment

A moment which will last forever in our minds

Joyous exaltation!

[Johnston]

In here is a tragedy -
Art thou player or audience?
Be that as it may, the end doth remain
All go on only towards death.

The first words at thy left ear
A veiled eccentricity
A madly capering man
Hearing unhearable words,
drawn to an early grave -
And there, mayhap
True peace at last

As did this maiden, playing at love,
Find true cruelty at last
Seeking a requiem for a dream
She found only spears and icy words in their place instead

Killing the ingenue inside,
Piercing a heart rent by sorrow

Doth verity but invite the mask of falsehood?
Ah, thou pitiful, thou miserable ones!

Still amidst lies, though the end cometh not, wherefore yearn for death?
Wilt thou attend to thy beloved?
Truth and lies, life and death:
A game of turning white to black and black to white.

Is not a silence brimming with love more precious than flattery?
A peaceful slumber preferred to a embrace slick with blood.

One vengeful man
Spilled blood for two
One youth shed tears for she
One couple disappeared thusly;
And only a wilted flower remains.

Ah, but verily -
In here is a tragedy -
Art thou player or audience?
There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.

[Johnston]

*draconic musings

In my more sentimental moments i think how cruel and how capricious fate is - how much man proposes, god disposes.

In another line i could have been a one to clasp you firmly to me and we would never sin at All。

Just as cruelly you could have been Her , or i Him or part of Them and then we would hate each other so completely if either were dying , a finger would not be lifted.

But Fate is still kind and she might have sent you from Olympus to assuage this old weak dying husk and we'll see what we can see , can't we?

Let Zeus rut with Europa - the silly cow

[Johnston]

*hums

I guess there're many broken hearts in Casablanca
You know I've never really been there. so, I don't know
I guess our love story will never be seen on the big wide silver screen
But it hurt just as bad when I had to watch you go

Oh! A kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca
But a kiss is not a kiss without your sigh
Please come back to me in Casablanca
I love you more and more each day as time goes by

In closing:
Sade - Smooth Operator
*Cough.....

[Johnston]

Ode To Myself *p.s im getting drunker

Gristle-faced and wordless,
Entire legions of massacred maidens
Covering the caldera as far as the eye can see

From their eviscerated throats
An awful calumny issues forth
As the Dragon surveys his handiwork
Dun smoke emanates from his jaw
Contemplating

Oh dragon! Oh divine creature!
Furnace hot the welter of your combustion, buckling the rancid air of heaven's arch and fusing the mould of the ground to glass!

The boy on his throne
Drinking liquid tears
Broken by the beautiful agony of being so mighty yet so weak,

Feels the burden of the Dragon's deeds as surely as if he had carved the marble headstones of his every last victim alone
By hand

Until finger bones peep through bloodied flesh

Oh juxtaposed pair!
The union is fierce, like a maelstrom in black water, like a seething cauldron on a fire
A fire which both forges and immolates

No start of one
No end of another
But both admixed
Like an alloy

Oh great Dragon!
Do you ever really sleep?
When the boy compels you to dormancy, do you obey wholly?

Do you dream then, Great Dragon?

What do you dream about?