Hey how the F do you shorten my post and put it in a quote box? i cant ever do it?
it keeps telling me i my msg is to short i must lengthen by at least one character... lmfao...
You have to add something other than the quote
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your woods
you loved me once
beneath these sticks of trees
naked in the grass, wild
stars danced between the cottonwoods
and we were song
but our verse is done
this place is too big for one; and pure
as an empty page, winter
swallows all but the brittle innuendo
of my footfalls in the snow
(though these are your woods i find
only poetry here)
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The Muse of Hyperborea
Clark Ashton Smith
Too far away is her wan and mortal face, and too remote are the snows of her lethal breast, for mine eyes to behold them ever. But at whiles her whisper comes to me, like a chill unearthly wind that is faint from traversing the gulfs between the worlds, and has flown over ultimate horizons of ice-bound deserts. And she speaks to me in a tongue I have never heard but have always known; and she tells of deathly things and of things beautiful beyond the ecstatic desires of love. Her speech is not of good or evil, nor of anything that is desired or conceived or believed by the termites of earth; and the air she breathes, and the lands wherein she roams, would blast like the utter cold of sidereal space; and her eyes would blind the vision of men like suns; and her kiss, if one should ever attain it, would wither and slay like the kiss of lightning.
But, hearing her far, infrequent whisper, I behold a vision of vast auroras, on continents that are wider than the world, and seas too great for the enterprise of human keels. And at times I stammer forth the strange tidings that she brings: though none will welcome them, and none will believe or listen. And in some dawn of the desperate years, I shall go forth and follow where she calls, to seek the high and beatific doom of her snow-pale distances, to perish amid her indesecrate horizons.
Poem "Mindfuck" by arcticsun
Consciously creating our reality, constantly,
continuously and instantly we manifest visuals.
The next level;
-A virtual, that mirrors limits!
Commanding then, the ground to walk,
my will, is stronger then the rock!
The thought, is lighter then the air!
It levitates over the sphere,
where it waves to me, down there.
That moment I became the truth,
fade away, yet regaining youth.
I've returned the sorrows and the worries,
I've held them safely, for the rightful owners.
Animating anonymous avatars,
Looking up for falling stars.
The animal in me becomes the wolf.
I call the pack, we run the woods.
The orders of the sorcerers surrounds your fortress,
you see them but its already hopeless.
Distress delivers icy cold shivers,
courtesy of the dream breeders.
Flashbacks so vivid,
escape from the prison.
My image clouds up your vision,
command you follow my mission!
I am the ancients,
I am the infants!
Deep in the mist,
the silhouette of a giant!
Marching down on Asa bay.
Morning fights to win the day.
Twilight lingers on the frey.
As the dusk leads you astray...
-The sun reminds us, of another way..
Indigo color covers sky.
Then in the clouds a patch of green,
behind a sight unseen.
We breed a little happy dream,
and things are as they've always seemed.
For on this patch, up in the clouds,
honesty is sown.
And there up on,
-the truth is there then grown!
When the sun returns as red,
summer lie on death bed.
The serpent threatens, a midgard beast!
Then we harvest truth as peace!