madra sneachta Posted December 8, 2004 Share Posted December 8, 2004 In the wind the candlelight flickers, as Dividing Line plays some real kickers. My chocolate I savour, enjoying it's flavour wondering "Should I call Marathon Snickers?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madra sneachta Posted December 9, 2004 Share Posted December 9, 2004 I was reading over some of the old posts on the thread and found this, so I thought I'd give it another blast, 'cause I'm sort of a bit proud of it Emotional Feedback 1. Birmingham NEC Within these walls are written tales of reputations won and lost. Here, silent echoes reverberate where the masses gathered to hail heroes, and sometimes wonder why old magic was not rekindled. These walls look on impassively while transient souls seek solace in sound or vent frustration with shaking heads. Many guitars have been played here, some of wood and steel, but most of air. Invisible sticks have beaten tattoos on phantom snares and toms conveniently hovering before the expectant masses. This floor has moved with the force of a million feet, some in time, some in a different dimension. Once, 16 years ago, this hall bore witness to A Show Of Hands. Now, those echoes are reborn in a new show of hands two of which are mine. 2. September 11th 2004 On this day of realised ambition my triumph is tempered by significance. This date, momentous in history, forever shackled with memory of death. But here, in the midst of emotional feedback, we affirm life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 11, 2004 Author Share Posted December 11, 2004 a very well written piece my friend Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
barney_rebel Posted December 11, 2004 Share Posted December 11, 2004 My Girl So sexy she is wearing raspberry Her G-string is in plain view Her body strapped to me My left hand grips her neck She moves me I will not hurt her I will treat her with respect For she is my guitar We'll play Red Barchetta Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madra sneachta Posted December 11, 2004 Share Posted December 11, 2004 I too have a guitar, but Rush is off the menu. For though my brain knows every note, my fingers can't do rice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slacker Posted December 11, 2004 Share Posted December 11, 2004 Sitting under a willow tree? Gazing to far that i can't see, I meet a man with two hollowed horns? So i ask him Is this the evil that i can"t see? Ha HA he sighs! The mirror is my reflection My hollow horns i won"t cry I will fill my head with JOY! Then at least i can not cry.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slacker Posted December 11, 2004 Share Posted December 11, 2004 Sitting under a willow tree? Gazing to far that i can't see, I meet a man with two hollowed horns? So i ask him Is this the evil that i can"t see? Ha HA he sighs! The mirror is my reflection My hollow horns i won"t cry I will fill my head with JOY! Then at least i can not cry.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slacker Posted December 11, 2004 Share Posted December 11, 2004 That was Redundant! sorry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 11, 2004 Author Share Posted December 11, 2004 (edited) http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/lakesidemaiden/Misc/Memorium.jpg In Memorium In memory of one we call "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott Taken from this world too soon, all too tragic He was a King of the 26 Frets What has transpired just sickens me to death In his memory we play songs such as Cemetary Gates And Planet Caraven, damn was he f*ckin' great This world has lost another great guitar master But his great playing we'll remember, to ease the pain of this disaster. Edited December 11, 2004 by LakesideMaiden Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rolinda Bonz Posted December 11, 2004 Share Posted December 11, 2004 On a day like today I throw nothing away But to my heart hold dear Don't know what to say But look far away And remember when you were here Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 16, 2004 Author Share Posted December 16, 2004 I think and dwell almost every day How I yearn to be better, far better at play On 6 steel-wound strings that do cry and make such wondrous tone that I Could not hope to bring it to such heights as some That have held that same neck, fingers that have strummed... Many are the masters that I look up to immensly... Alex and Stevie Ray are just two among many But above all these masters, there is one that will stand A pillar of greatness, the great Guitar Man Yes, I'm talkin' bout my daddeh, Mr. Gary C. Hicks Sr. And I hope that one day, I'll be half as good as he is http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v407/lakesidemaiden/Misc/GaryHicksHorizontal.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
esmeralda Posted December 16, 2004 Share Posted December 16, 2004 That is so beautiful LSM! Nice pic. by the way... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 16, 2004 Author Share Posted December 16, 2004 QUOTE (esmeralda @ Dec 16 2004, 12:57 AM) That is so beautiful LSM! Nice pic. by the way... thanks Es! my sis, rhiannon of rivendell actually snapped that piccy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
barney_rebel Posted December 16, 2004 Share Posted December 16, 2004 Being with you I am with you Happiness I am without you Lonliness I am with you Madness I am without you Sadness Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alsgalpal Posted December 17, 2004 Share Posted December 17, 2004 QUOTE (barney_rebel @ Dec 16 2004, 12:44 PM) Being with you I am with you Happiness I am without you Lonliness I am with you Madness I am without you Sadness That is very beautiful Barn... LSM, I love what you wrote about your daddy... That is so very sweet!!!! http://www.therushforum.net/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 18, 2004 Author Share Posted December 18, 2004 QUOTE (Alsgalpal @ Dec 17 2004, 01:31 PM) LSM, I love what you wrote about your daddy... That is so very sweet!!!! http://www.therushforum.net/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif http://www.therushforum.net/html/emoticons/wub.gif Thanks hon http://www.therushforum.net/html/emoticons/wub.gif Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 21, 2004 Author Share Posted December 21, 2004 Oh this day has been a sad and trying one I'll be very glad when it is all done... My wonderful father of whom I've just rhymed Has had something happen to him in this short time While sanding and salting outside in the cold He slipped on a patch not covered, I was told Feet out from under him, striking pavement real fast His head not too hard, but his wrist was quite bad... Snapped right at the joint where the hand meets the wrist Circumventing his ability to strum or to pick... He must go to a surgeon to find out the diagnosis And how long til he can play again and cure his Sad-Daddy-osys Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1-0-0-1-0-0-1 Posted December 21, 2004 Share Posted December 21, 2004 Wow... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Test4VitalSigns Posted December 21, 2004 Share Posted December 21, 2004 I've decided to be brave and post one of my poems so here goes. I wrote this in college about 10 years ago. At the time it was a dark period for me in my life and this poem really reflects that. Having said that, my life is so much better now and as some of u guys are aware, I'm a happy-go lucky soul so this poem doesn't represent me today. Being a Merry Prankster member of ESL is proof of that! I wanted to get some feedback on this one because my professor at the time gave me 100% grade for it. Being the harsh self-critic that I am (especially back then) I was angry he gave me that grade. I wrote it in one sitting the night before it was due. The prof had told me that i'd fail if i didn't hand in anything....so here goes.... Damned into shallow pockets full of sorrow, My world suddenly pilfered from my hands Yesterday became disguised as tomorrow The coddled-hour-glass almost empty of sand Naked conscience embalmed in fear and loathing Dying a little, each and every day Secular visions dancing in sheep's clothing Lonely, catharsis dreams of flying away My heart, heavy like weapons of words spoken By mistresses infatuated with dawn's mist My reckless spirit embittered and broken My knuckles, white as the flag clenched in my fists Weeping, watching my universe disappear Into a dark, ominous lonely closet Trials of fire fuelled by guilty tears My soul wrapped in blankets of shameful secrets Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trance Posted December 21, 2004 Share Posted December 21, 2004 QUOTE (Test4VitalSigns @ Dec 21 2004, 03:59 AM) I've decided to be brave and post one of my poems so here goes. I wrote this in college about 10 years ago. At the time it was a dark period for me in my life and this poem really reflects that. Having said that, my life is so much better now and as some of u guys are aware, I'm a happy-go lucky soul so this poem doesn't represent me today. Being a Merry Prankster member of ESL is proof of that! I wanted to get some feedback on this one because my professor at the time gave me 100% grade for it. Being the harsh self-critic that I am (especially back then) I was angry he gave me that grade. I wrote it in one sitting the night before it was due. The prof had told me that i'd fail if i didn't hand in anything....so here goes.... Damned into shallow pockets full of sorrow, My world suddenly pilfered from my hands Yesterday became disguised as tomorrow The coddled-hour-glass almost empty of sand Naked conscience embalmed in fear and loathing Dying a little, each and every day Secular visions dancing in sheep's clothing Lonely, catharsis dreams of flying away My heart, heavy like weapons of words spoken By mistresses infatuated with dawn's mist My reckless spirit embittered and broken My knuckles, white as the flag clenched in my fists Weeping, watching my universe disappear Into a dark, ominous lonely closet Trials of fire fuelled by guilty tears My soul wrapped in blankets of shameful secrets Wow. . . this is just beautiful. . . full of emotion and depth. I cried when I read this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
esmeralda Posted December 21, 2004 Share Posted December 21, 2004 QUOTE (LakesideMaiden @ Dec 21 2004, 01:16 AM) Oh this day has been a sad and trying one I'll be very glad when it is all done... My wonderful father of whom I've just rhymed Has had something happen to him in this short time While sanding and salting outside in the cold He slipped on a patch not covered, I was told Feet out from under him, striking pavement real fast His head not too hard, but his wrist was quite bad... Snapped right at the joint where the hand meets the wrist Circumventing his ability to strum or to pick... He must go to a surgeon to find out the diagnosis And how long til he can play again and cure his Sad-Daddy-osys Oh my God, is he allright? Such a sad occasion just before the holidays.. Hope he'll recover soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rolinda Bonz Posted December 22, 2004 Share Posted December 22, 2004 Pastor told this in church last Sunday Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery Today is a gift That's why they call it the present. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Test4VitalSigns Posted December 22, 2004 Share Posted December 22, 2004 QUOTE (Trance @ Dec 21 2004, 04:11 AM) QUOTE (Test4VitalSigns @ Dec 21 2004, 03:59 AM) I've decided to be brave and post one of my poems so here goes. I wrote this in college about 10 years ago. At the time it was a dark period for me in my life and this poem really reflects that. Having said that, my life is so much better now and as some of u guys are aware, I'm a happy-go lucky soul so this poem doesn't represent me today. Being a Merry Prankster member of ESL is proof of that! I wanted to get some feedback on this one because my professor at the time gave me 100% grade for it. Being the harsh self-critic that I am (especially back then) I was angry he gave me that grade. I wrote it in one sitting the night before it was due. The prof had told me that i'd fail if i didn't hand in anything....so here goes.... Damned into shallow pockets full of sorrow, My world suddenly pilfered from my hands Yesterday became disguised as tomorrow The coddled-hour-glass almost empty of sand Naked conscience embalmed in fear and loathing Dying a little, each and every day Secular visions dancing in sheep's clothing Lonely, catharsis dreams of flying away My heart, heavy like weapons of words spoken By mistresses infatuated with dawn's mist My reckless spirit embittered and broken My knuckles, white as the flag clenched in my fists Weeping, watching my universe disappear Into a dark, ominous lonely closet Trials of fire fuelled by guilty tears My soul wrapped in blankets of shameful secrets Wow. . . this is just beautiful. . . full of emotion and depth. I cried when I read this. Thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 22, 2004 Author Share Posted December 22, 2004 QUOTE (esmeralda @ Dec 21 2004, 07:29 AM) QUOTE (LakesideMaiden @ Dec 21 2004, 01:16 AM) Oh this day has been a sad and trying one I'll be very glad when it is all done... My wonderful father of whom I've just rhymed Has had something happen to him in this short time While sanding and salting outside in the cold He slipped on a patch not covered, I was told Feet out from under him, striking pavement real fast His head not too hard, but his wrist was quite bad... Snapped right at the joint where the hand meets the wrist Circumventing his ability to strum or to pick... He must go to a surgeon to find out the diagnosis And how long til he can play again and cure his Sad-Daddy-osys Oh my God, is he allright? Such a sad occasion just before the holidays.. Hope he'll recover soon. Very sore...extremely depressed...I went to see him last night and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "This is the first time since I started playing at, I don't know, 10...so in over 50 years....>sigh<....that I can't play my guitar..." ...my poor dad It kills me to see him so depressed, and bereft of the one thing that could bring him happiness and solace in times of misery... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LakesideMaiden Posted December 22, 2004 Author Share Posted December 22, 2004 QUOTE (Test4VitalSigns @ Dec 21 2004, 03:59 AM) I've decided to be brave and post one of my poems so here goes. I wrote this in college about 10 years ago. At the time it was a dark period for me in my life and this poem really reflects that. Having said that, my life is so much better now and as some of u guys are aware, I'm a happy-go lucky soul so this poem doesn't represent me today. Being a Merry Prankster member of ESL is proof of that! I wanted to get some feedback on this one because my professor at the time gave me 100% grade for it. Being the harsh self-critic that I am (especially back then) I was angry he gave me that grade. I wrote it in one sitting the night before it was due. The prof had told me that i'd fail if i didn't hand in anything....so here goes.... Damned into shallow pockets full of sorrow, My world suddenly pilfered from my hands Yesterday became disguised as tomorrow The coddled-hour-glass almost empty of sand Naked conscience embalmed in fear and loathing Dying a little, each and every day Secular visions dancing in sheep's clothing Lonely, catharsis dreams of flying away My heart, heavy like weapons of words spoken By mistresses infatuated with dawn's mist My reckless spirit embittered and broken My knuckles, white as the flag clenched in my fists Weeping, watching my universe disappear Into a dark, ominous lonely closet Trials of fire fuelled by guilty tears My soul wrapped in blankets of shameful secrets Test, that is realleh a beautiful piece....very emotional and deep as Trance said....you should post in here more often Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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