amonkie

Here's the beginning of another week....


Our idea contribution is from Augi!





Be Creative, Have Fun!

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

Hain

[Heh heh, thanks ;-) :feels special:]

I sit, I think, I gaze from a top the old library
With you to look up at me sometimes.
What are you? thinks you.
My gray eyes, cold eyes, omniscient eyes forever staring down upon
You skittering things, busy things, forgetful things.
Just once more... to soar by my wings I wish I could.
The men that caught me, chained me, put me up here you aren’t.
Evil, unholy, wicked they believed me to be. May I have been? You thinks me evil?
How poor my stiff wings are.
Your histories, your scriptures, your bibles was I the demon you wrote
But caught me, changed me, prayed for me--that evil beast.
Just once more... to hold something with these open talons.
But I remember, I always remember
For my memory is like that of my body: cast in stone.
Maybe... just once... to hold you innocent ones.
From a top this building I watch over you, protect you...
Ward off what is truly evil...

What am I...
I am a gargoyle.

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tecoyah

Eyes of clarity follow from a distance
knowing next what comes
Billow my form in plummeting chance
Feast on fear yet to be fealt
Dawns feeble light no hinderance to glance
Frozen night air warms and numbs
Welcoming you, my partner in dance
Ripping through flesh below pelt
I dive within my realm of Air
Aware of the heartbeat
Capturing motion deep in my stare
Tasting from here bloods heat
A small meal this hare, within Eagles beak

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

ngdawg

You show me love when it's
Convenient for you
You ask of me loyalty and protection
I give my heart, my devotion, my attention
Though different, we have this connection
Dependant on each other
My life is in your hands
I cannot relay my gratitude in words
I'm sad when you're gone
Content when you're here
And thank God
You pick up my turds

username

This one is pretty easy, but it is the first thing that popped into my head so I ran with it


I sit and stare
In my black outfit
I answer my Lordly name
Nevermore

I sit and stare
Eyes of a demon
Shadow on the floor
Nevermore

Amnesia620

Rest your eyes upon my fragile, delicate frame,
I'm alone in the land that I've seen since I was born,
men with guns for my mothers death they blame,
they as in those that fly,
the birds that watched the moments of her death,
those that witnessed her final breath,
they saw her die...

How hard is a life that doesn't know how hard a hard life is?
What was that?
Dangers lurk just beyond the stream, behind a tree,
had I sensed this, I would've been quick to flee,
What was that?
Again!
I freeze, so still,
my hearing, so shrill...
BOOM!!
I hear the sound, I do not wait,
I do not think to hesitate,
my fate,
sealed not this time,
so sublime,
so far, so fast, through the forest I run,
a predator, my killer, just one,
for now, this battle I've won.

I have heard from those with wings,
they that skate the sky,
tales of the world beyond the trees only they can spy,
from their point of view so far, so high
explaining the desire to kill a doe, to redeem what I'm worth,
in danger of all predators since my birth,
to be wary of all until I return to the earth,
below me,
will show me,
no pain, no hurt,
once I'm a part of the dirt,
after these times I must be alert,
to stay alive,
I continue to strive,
peace will be known instead,
once my body is a shell, the earth accepts it's friend,
a deer,
wolf,
even a bird,
any life force, once begun now recycled, comes to live again.

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

cierah

I see a distorted image in the glass. The blurriness fades to a clearer image and I realize that it is...
I see a distorted image in the glass. The blurriness fades to a clearer image and I realize that it is...
I see a distorted image in the glass. The blurriness fades to a clearer image and I realize that it is...
I see a distorted image in the glass. The blurriness fades to a clearer image and I realize that it is...
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It's a goldfish. Goldfish are supposed to have only a 3 second memory so it almost figures out it's situation each time but then forgets it and has to start over again. I actually, think though that goldfish are supposed to have a longer memory than that. The three second thing is just an urban myth but whatever I liked the idea. btw, my nickname used to be Goldfish because I have almost no memory!

ngdawg

For all intents and purposes
I should not be able to stand
but my legs are strong
and carry my muscular form
As I run across this open field
Nostrils flare to take in the sweet smells
Silken long hair flows in rhythm to my steps
you may dare to take me as yours
but my spirit is as strong as these four legs
and it carries me just as swiftly

Yukimura

I feel the leaves crunch under my bare feet. Every so often I step on a rock or stick, and it hurts, but the pain doesn't phase me. I try to be somewhat quiet as I walk along, but I'm not that worried about hunting right now. I enjoy the feel of the branches running through my hair, pulling out what is loose. I smell, boy do I smell. I smell the tree's pollen. I smell 100 different pollens. I smell myself, and everywhere I've been today. I smell the dirt, and the different rocks in the dirt. I smell rich dirt and poor dirt. I smell the water, or rather, that which the water carries. I smell the animals that have passed by. I smell their marks. I smell their food. I hear across the wood. The air carries the sounds well, and I know how far I am from my next meal, but I am not hungry. I keep my senses keen though, prepared just to be sure. Even my own may attack, and I will have to prove yet again that I am the best. I am the best.

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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.