h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ok just like to say that after much discussion this is going to be the last poem journal entry I do because I am going to put all my poetry into one post... this one. So all those people that commented about me taking up all there thread space will not be overwelmed by it all....

To start anyway

Sureal
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Perhaps one day I will know,
why is life all high and low?
All happens in this strange way,
the good the bad all in one day.

For all things happen it so much,
I feel like my brain is mush,
my soul and body is running low,
like an f1 car needing a tow.

Sometime I think that this is life,
with all the trouble and strife,
but then it also brings the good,
so the waters clear is now mud.

Prehaps I need a little time out,
to quietly have my rant and shout,
sometimes I feel like I want to cry,
but then I see the way you smile.

So then I look into the eyes and see,
that love is truly the thing for me.
For then it all becomes so clear,
and the feeling is so near.

Oh I want to just do the best I can,
the best yet not perfect for I'm a man.
and is that good enough what I offer you?
For I wish I could do more too.



So please feel free to comment and also just keep this one active for this is where the poems will be....

So this is the pad eh??? Not bad!

I might call in occasionally for a ........

BRAVO *claps* ENCORE ENCORE!!

Nicely done, my friend.

I like that one, haven't had yet enough time to read all the others from the last two weeks, but I'm sure I'll like them, too

thank you... but do not worry about further blog - it will all be in here...

Hey Flamestrike, so in effect, you have created a virtual beatnik bar complete with nightly poetry readings. Excellent.

*pours impossibly thick and harsh , engages the smoke-machine for atmosphere*

*turns on recording of many fingers popping in rhythm .....*

*cough**splutter*

Can't see a thing


*cough**cough*

Ahhh, so the atmosphere is just perfect then.

*looks for those boxes of dark-glasses and berets, ....*

Careful mind you don't falllll..... Too late!!!

Quick, some of the medicinal ....

*Opens medicinal and pours two measures* *hic*

*hic* Ahhhhh, so much better, .... But now look at all the shapes in the smoke .....

Hmmm with mecidinal on offer even I may begin to like this stuff....

Falling Down
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Knees filled with water I stand tall,
the iron rod of pride giving me my all,
The black pit in my stomach sucking deep,
of all my feelings as the fall is steep.

My head spins round and round,
my voice breaking with sound,
I feel the tears in the eye,
squeezed in closed so tight.

Heart feels so heavy I hear the break,
My soul dragged down with all it can take,
As my mind is enveloped by the pitch dark,
No sign on the outside as pain leaves it mark.

My mind bouncing off walls,
my words sound so hoarse,
I feel the cry of my heart,
as I collapse with a start.

So with grim determination I shoulder on,
wondering when lost why the beacon has gone,
As my soul begins it steps towards a bleak end,
I try and try to drag out of this and mend.

Standing tall as I fall,
the bounces hurt evermore,
heart soul and mind crack,
the ending is matterofact.

Whoa mate! Thats pretty powerful!

and that was toned down and more poetic from what I had today when I jotted a few notes...

Something happen or just feeling very dark?

Hi FS
Now I know what you meant when you said all the poetry would be in here
Sounds like a good idea to me, cause I'll not be on for the next two or three weeks, so I'll not have to go here and there