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Date Posted: 05:41:49 01/27/00 Thu
Author: Chad R. Dobson
Subject: Re: The Pagan
In reply to: Dimon 's message, "Re: The Pagan" on 16:15:39 01/26/00 Wed

Thanks man, but dammit that eight stanza is one my favorite parts. You crushed me but I'm going to take your advice and re-examine those lines and see what I can do.:)
See ya later , Dimon!
Chad



> >Ok, its my turn!~~rubs hands together with fiendish
> intentions~~hmm, "Cutsey" huh? hehe...
>
> Hey, just playin' man. Really, this is one poem I'm
> glad I haven't missed. It seems totally thought out,
> and plays the strings of the imagination well. Hell,
> the only thing about the whole poem I can see in need
> of work are the first two lines of the eigth stanza.
> Something about them just doesn't seem to "roll" like
> the rest of it. But that could just be my mental
> retardation peeking through again...damn that
> highschool tennis injury! hehe, anyway in case I
> haven't mentioned it in this rambling...I thought this
> was one of your best yet..later. :)
>
>
>
>
>
> you know i am your number 1 fan, Chad but this one's
> > long and i am short on time so i am saving it and
> will
> > come back later.
> > i did see a couple of things here.
> > you know me - nit picker :)
> >
> > Leisa*)
> > p.s. so glad you joined us here!!
> >
> > > Wow! A new board! Here is a poem! Pick it apart if
> > you
> > > so desire!
> > >
> > >
> > > When the blood stops running
> > > the impulses of energy
> > > cease generation
> > > a call will suddenly go
> > >
> > > out past the range
> > > of understanding
> > > above our heads
> > > or maybe below
> > >
> > > To either if existing
> > > realm of forever
> > > to be answered by
> > > a servant ghost
> > >
> > > Silently it is propositioned
> > > by a much higher host
> > > "Fly your way to this man
> > > and bring me back his soul"
> > >
> > > A nod in reply
> > > A swift disappearance
> > > from a substance
> > > only his brethren know
> > >
> > > And not yet aware of his passing
> > > the man attempts to discern
> > > what is happening, because so far above
> > > his body he floats
> > >
> > > The beauty that surrounds him
> > > The cool air around him
> > > The hard pain now receded
> > > This comfort is his confusion
> > >
> > > This atmosphere is no illusion
> > > despite his potential insanity throes
> > > Is judgment really coming
> > > Something he never believed to be so
> > >
> > > The man comes to a realization
> > > that his theory
> > > was such a different awakening
> > > There would be no apprehension
> > >
> > > Great Reconciliation....No
> > >
> > > Only tranquil transition
> > > from one existence to the next
> > > A spirit born of peace
> > > or a haunt born from unrest
> > >
> > > The results of his denial
> > > The choice of his faith
> > > hang before him so ominously
> > > before a newly appeared gate
> > >
> > > Slowly the hinges creak
> > > The first sound heard in oblivion
> > > The door swings open
> > > of its own accord
> > >
> > > The frightened mist moves forward and through
> > >
> > > The open space fades
> > > brick walls emerge
> > > enclosing the man
> > > within a great hall
> > >
> > > Here from horsehair and oil
> > > of heavenly hands
> > > depictions of inquisitions
> > > at a kings command
> > >
> > > A man bled to death
> > > on pillars of stone
> > > and the gray ashes of a woman
> > > crawling with a soft breeze, away form a smoking
> pyre
> > >
> > > With each step down the gruesome alley
> > > another torture works to absolve
> > > the mans fear of damnation
> > > Though he maintains his stature
> > >
> > > and still secretly worships
> > > his other Gods

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