book of forgotten memories

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

-Oscar Wilde

Train tickets and movies gone by,

Stuff which made all of us smile and may be in dark corners cry.

Of photos and lost words many which will not reach the page,

Unwritten stories from a long forgotten sage.

Dates and times and days and rhymes,

Fixed frames and animated blurs,

Of sketched faces and erased lines,

Them ragged lines for them forgotten funny times.

Namless faces on blank pages all in an unwritten scrawl,

Of days marched by and love come shy.

For poking chides and tears to fall,

For words which mean nothing.

And nothing that means so much more...

For a lonely soul when love is amiss,

Tears do fall on those blank pages like a long forgotten kiss.

Through blurred lines and dark thought,

The cover is closed to find that which is most sought.

A man's real possesion is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

• -Alexander Smith

To kiddo!

It doesn't matter if the pillars stand or if they fall,

No matter what the trouble is or the hour when you call,

At days break and night's shade ,

Your friends will be there ,even though all else will fade.

No matter how far you go nor how long you're gone,

You can count on us kiddo when you're forsaken and forlorn,

Whether you require a sword's sharp wit or brute force by your side,

We'll be there at the turn of the tide.

Let the bombs burst and the people fall... nothings the matter,

My friend,we'll make merry ,eat and grow old and get fatter!

We'll share all your joys and all your sorrow,

Whether it be gone or if it waits for the morrow.

happy bday ip'ben!!

GAFF...

i give you a new character .....GAFF......dont wanna explain his personality.....just tag along and u'll know.....hope u like it..

struggle on.....

Nothing makes sense any more. 

Two and two has ceased to make four,

Broken mind and saddened smiles does cover a closed door..

Days go on and you smile and wave as it passes by,

And then look down and hopelessly sigh ,

And tear yourself wondering about the who and why...

You stare in vain ,

As life's theme changes to the theme of pain,

The baton swings and sings aloud the choir of the insane, 

Nothing no more nothing left to gain ....

Fallen pieces they float with the flow,

Soon the pain away shall burn ,

And the pieces shall fit...time agian shall turn ,

Pain shall die for hope is come,

Nitor in adversum.........

In the Cellar.

It stands facing me,

In the cellar trapped are we..

For innumerable years (or so it seems),

That Door has haunted my dreams..

 

The Cellar, a reservoir of bliss,

For you know what alcohol is..

With every bottle I did empty,

I drank it and it emptied me..

 

But,

That Door has not had a drop,

But, that Door has not let me stop..

As I drowned my spirit, in spirit,

The Door harshly laughed, or did it?

 

The world took a distorted shape,

And yet this notion of an escape..

The mocking Door spawned it,

And I yearned to move beyond it..

 

My sight focused suddenly,

Groaning, as I battled gravity..

Having decided - "That Door must open!"

I had yelled, not spoken..

 

I reached it, my courage in my hand,

Grandiose thoughts, of uncharted land..

I passed! Into a room just as before,

There, I turned and cursed the damned Door!

The prisoner and the swan

Trapped in the aisles of the mind

Shackeled deep in the gloom where darkness is all you'll find

He moped around from the dreary dawn to the still of the night

Trapped and alone with his own demons to fight.

And into this gloom one day fell

A falling white star into the labrynth of hell

A white swan, shot down by man's arrow,

The prisoner ran to the fallen, to still the bird of its sorrow

White as snow the bird bled 

The fire in her eyes as bright as burning coal

Hurt though she was ,resilient she remained 

For the stars were here friends ,child of the wind

He cared and nursed her 

The bird in turn a companion in his darkness

Thus they were a  comfort ,each ...for each other

He stole her pain away and she in turn gave him the joy of flying in the wind 

Thus one day the swan was well once again

To fly in the realm of the gods ,amidst the forest of clouds

But the captive remained unto his own shackled to his own fears.

Yet one thing did she promise him ...

To fly into the depths of this world and still even beyond 

From the towers of heaven and unto the chasm of hades

To find him the wings and then the wind under it 

So that he too may fly free with her unto the deepest of time

And so there he stands waiting

Gazing ever on into the stars ....