when two, in conspiratorial union, shall lay forth their deceitful plan seeking by unvirtuous means to multiply their fortune the twain shall not err again two be 0, or nought to be
that which is me no longer will be in this particular assembly all that i am all that i see all will be lost forever but each and every molecule shall live on for eternity becoming a part of one thing or another every atom of my existence has always been will always be but never again reassemble in the form that is me
o' what foul and malodorous spell hath caused my former self to pale to sink, to drown 'neath murdrous wave so many enemies carry to my grave no friends around, my soul to save could be id have better fared to keep my peace my soul unbared to countenance ignorance embrace the fool who learns but little untaught in school o so many years ive wasted unselfish fruits ive never tasted who cares i stand my moral ground when the mean and deceitful do abound and rule the ways with greedy hand til grace and good nature must be bann'd so carry me deep thou baleful wave i gladly embrace your watery grave
if you would but examine a single grain of sand, with open heart and inquiring mind look long and well, i'm sure you would find more beauty, more truth,than in every volume ever written by man
once upon a midnight tripping, while some beer i sat there sipping many a pint of forgotten coors while i got potted, nearly slipping, slipping to my dirty floor came a dripping, as i go tripping, dripping on my dirty floor tis my tumbler i did mumble, dripping on my dirty floor only this and nothing more ah, distinctly i dismembered, that foul defective tumbler, and threw it on my dirty floor
there once was a caretakers daughter who showed off her pretty red garter to every boy she did happen to meet for gifts with her beauty did barter but in the end it was they who had got her an ending so utterly sweet for her charm it soon failed her her wit not availed her and now she sleeps alone in the street
let not thine past associations make a shambles of thy future the day is new and fresh and eternity lies ahead of thee
the crash would be most violent in forest or in park the florist would be silent but the tree would likely bark
internet chess crash they came to game but the gamings done twil not return fore the setting sun so they mix with compatriots as lost as they killing time in the night and day o this sad and motley knot of men who but complain let the games begin. board warriors, one all all, but bored warriors who bemoan the fall of the tie that binds them, one and all. and with the rising of the sun, a new day of boarddom has not begun. off they go to their minor deeds while restlessly wait their bishops and steeds. peace is uneasy for warriors bent on carnage and destruction of the innocent ones who dare to be in the way, when these board warriors come to play.
th1s churl1sh l0ut1sh w0rld where my dreams unfurled l1ke 1nsults hurled at the t00 unk1nd uncar1ng un1verse take n0 further heed 0f me turn y0ur backs and let me be t0 d1ss0lve my f0rmer san1ty t1l ashes c0me and set me free 1 w0uld have l0ved y0u 1f 1 c0uld reach deep 1ns1de t0 f1nd what g00d may res1de 1n the deepest depths 0f me but y0u had y0ur fun and then y0u run w1th the l0ve y0u st0le fr0m the heart 0f me 1 w1ll n0t bear n0 l0nger care the s0rr0w y0ur absence has br0ught t0 me 1 w1ll weep n0 tears f0r the wasted years that l1e beh1nd and ahead 0f me
there was a young man from nantucket..... who carried his chess set in a bucket he played with much pride put his business aside slung pawns and knights with much fervor one day caught a ride to a town on the side of a roaring and raging wild river it was there that he spied a young starryeyed fair maiden with skin like goose liver he got on his knees he was eager to please and win the fair maidens good favor but surely you jest you only love chess! said the lady with so much displeasure ill not quit the game ive achieved so much fame my chess set is my greatest treasure so youve spurned my attempt to love you, you imp you are jealous of whats in my bucket now heres my reply ill now let it fly heres my bucket fair lady goodbye can you duckit?
the day 1s d0ne w1th the sett1ng sun and n1ght1me creeps d0wn up0n me t1l there c0mes a new dawn and a new day begun 1ts dark and 1ts c0ld and 1ts l0nely twas warm 1n the l1ght and evryth1ng r1ght t1l gl00m decended up0n me but 1 can st1ll f1ght and 1'll be all r1ght y0ur mem0ry never w1ll 0wn me
look here he said look in the back of my truck what do you think of the mother and her pups so cute said i and sweet then take them all he said or i will throw them in the street i have no fence to keep them in they will wander straight away and be eaten by coyotes wont last more than a day i do not care said the man, with heart as hard as stone i shall put them out by the side of the road and then they are on their own such cruelty, so commonplace and to flaunt it in my very face how much more must i endure to have a heart to play the part makes me the utter fool despise me for my poverty despise me cause i care but to live among such cruel folk is more than i can bear everything i do and nearly all ive spent i do for the sake not of myself but of the innocent creatures who have no where to go no man to call their friend where do the heartless people grow and will it ever end how can i turn these dogs away to die a cruel death i work and care while others pray i try with my last breath i watch with wonder all the Christian folks who kneel with earnest prayer then take these helpless harmless ones and drop them here and there if there is a God who made us all i hope he wakens soon and takes these heartless thoughtless folks and strands them on the moon how haughty are they when they say in Gods image were we made when all around lie the innocents Gods creatures that they slayed
just rambling, but..... didnt mean to startle you its just that i feel i know you no i have never seen you but your words strike to the very core of my being yes, i'm gruff rough and unpolished and will remain so til the end but you are one i could call my friend i think at least so it seems you see i am not lonesome but i have been alone so very long and i can remain alone it is peaceful for me but i heard you say you are tired of being alone and when you described your desires i felt you were describing me i'm not so good in social situations people get on my nerves but for that one special person all my attention would i give and ignore the universe i dont like crowded places but i have space inside my heart for the one who could be true to me and never let us part i dont want to be popular friends just let me down but if you are who i think you are i need noone else around please talk to me in private give it half a chance it could blossom into friendship and grow into romance
i took a walk to lose myself in the desert pure and clean the beauty that surrounded me was the greatest i have seen but as i gazed into the sky my heart was filled with dread for circling there in crystal air buzzards above my head but i am young and healthy except perhaps my mind it cannot be they are here for me i will look until i find and so i looked and so i found a figure crooked and lying on the ground a man of age much greater than my own his blanket was an army coat his pillow was a stone and all around him on the ground were nuggets of pure gold he spoke to me with labored breath as he struggled to delay his death "look upon me son with scorn for here i lie and wait to die, much poorer than i was born" how can this be, i ask of thee, with gold nuggets all around? "wealth worth having isn't found in things that are dug up from the ground" "just this one thing, please learn from me this truth that i have found then take these nuggets and deposit them with me, in a hole in this very ground" he squeezed my hand, looked in my eyes in his, reflection of sky "take heed of me and what you see, take heed before i die" "to you i say it would be worth the pain had i been loved but for a day if only i could have known real love i would not have lived in vain"
