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Edwins Restaurant Best Caribbean Feast in Canada -- Anonymous, 02:15:05 02/02/12 Thu

You can find the best Caribbean Feast Restaurants in Canada. Take a time a get visited to Edwins Restaurant. We are committed to ensure that your visit to our establishment will be most enjoyable and memorable. All our menu selections are freshly done.


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. -- Anonymous, 14:25:42 02/18/04 Wed

beth bored dead?


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beth board dead? -- Anonymous, 14:55:30 02/05/04 Thu

???


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.......................... -- Anonymous, 22:13:31 06/13/03 Fri

'k.


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hullo. -- Anonymous, 21:53:54 06/13/03 Fri

you okay?


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ahem -- Anonymous, 16:43:33 05/27/03 Tue

helloooooooooooo


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umm... -- Anonymous, 22:02:13 04/12/03 Sat

yukko.


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Feb 8 say -- Anonymous, 17:43:42 02/14/03 Fri

never better, thanks for asking.


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Surprised -- Anonymous, 03:02:08 02/13/03 Thu

that anyone still comes here. Feb 8, hope you are alright.


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herewith -- Anonymous, 17:57:15 02/08/03 Sat

this marks my last will and testament.


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the box -- Anonymous, 17:55:09 02/08/03 Sat

primly offered on a sheet of white, the box. i knew what it contained and to my detriment my courage failed me at first. i circled and cycled and knew in this room there was only one door. i took it. i lifted the lid while you smiled knowingly and the phantasms rose at once and all together flew at me, sinking their dread teeth straight into my viscera. a trapdoor opened in the floor and down went i, pulled by the weight of a thousand fears. god help me god help me god help me i knew what i was doing.


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the crossing -- Anonymous, 17:45:37 02/08/03 Sat

days ago the thunder started swelling up deep from beneath the mountainside. i knew something big was coming, up, up, up. the child in the sky looking on. the devil below beating on the drums of fire and me caught in between with the boulders rolling down and the scree starting to fly. god help me god help me god help me.


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then again -- Anonymous, 07:59:28 01/13/03 Mon

its always been inevitable and will be part of the circle. how could it be otherwise?


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i wish....... -- Anonymous, 07:51:09 01/13/03 Mon

"Jonas now had a following. At first he had been surprised, not seeing what anyone could learn from him who still had everything to discover. The artist in him was groping in the darkness; how could he have pointed out the right paths? But he readily realized that a disciple is not necessarily someone who longs to learn something. More often, on the contrary, one became a disciple for the disinterested pleasure of teaching one's master." -Camus "The Artist at Work"


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ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... -- Anonymous, 23:56:17 01/10/03 Fri

waiting for the hole in the sky to open up & swallow me whole. (it's been a day.)


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oh deb -- Anonymous, 07:45:52 01/10/03 Fri

now you've gone all quiet..........


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soooooooooo -- Anonymous, 17:41:16 01/01/03 Wed

fucking tired.


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you too -- Anonymous, 08:14:15 01/01/03 Wed


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happy new year love -- Anonymous, 02:32:54 12/31/02 Tue


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in love -- Anonymous, 22:12:03 12/28/02 Sat

with it all (today at least).


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. -- Anonymous, 21:25:30 12/28/02 Sat


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life -- Anonymous, 21:24:25 12/28/02 Sat

wouldn't be life without the bumps. it'd be death or a coma or maybe a drug induced unreality or maybe a grasshopper or something.


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heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy -- Anonymous, 21:22:40 12/28/02 Sat

he gathered up his loved ones
brought them all around to say goodbye
nice try

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
let me in.

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
let me in.


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"nice try, though...." -- Anonymous, 19:00:12 12/28/02 Sat

s'allright. all i was trying was general conversation - which isn't an easy task on this tired computer. sorry for the abrupt exit, & glad that all (well, mostly all) is well in your corner of reality. here is fine...life's usual hahas notwithstanding. take care & hope to bounce into you again soon.


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i'm so pathetic -- Anonymous, 02:01:16 12/28/02 Sat

...........


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i was kidding about the "trying" -- Anonymous, 01:57:19 12/28/02 Sat

its nice to talk to a kindred spirit here. hope all is well for you and yours. i'm still searching but have a great guide so... its scary and difficult sometimes but well worth it in the long run. the next task is not one i'm looking forward to thus the "no, no, no...." stuff. but its something i've been avoiding for too long and avoidance is not a good thing. so...... apart from this things are great with me!


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the "uncle" thing -- Anonymous, 01:54:28 12/28/02 Sat

nearly threw me off but then i thought, since we communicate via IM and email he wouldnt bother coming here too...... so there was only one person left and that was you. nice try, though....


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sorry i had visitors -- Anonymous, 01:37:50 12/28/02 Sat

how are things?


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(insert yiddische icon here) hmph. -- Anonymous, 01:13:11 12/28/02 Sat

you had to ask, already?


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deb -- Anonymous, 00:53:30 12/28/02 Sat

is this you?


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you are -- Anonymous, 00:51:27 12/28/02 Sat

supposed to be

sleeping.


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you -- Anonymous, 00:49:20 12/28/02 Sat

still here?


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my pleasure. -- Anonymous, 23:57:24 12/27/02 Fri

sleep well.


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and -- Anonymous, 23:47:20 12/27/02 Fri

thanks.


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i need -- Anonymous, 23:30:08 12/27/02 Fri

to sleep. later.


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shaking your head -- Anonymous, 23:29:19 12/27/02 Fri

shaking your feet


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sometimes -- Anonymous, 23:26:09 12/27/02 Fri

life is the party.


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sometimes life -- Anonymous, 23:22:20 12/27/02 Fri

comes to the party. those are the times to move forward.


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richman -- Anonymous, 23:20:45 12/27/02 Fri

even


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jonathan richmond and the -- Anonymous, 23:19:29 12/27/02 Fri

modern lovers


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and the radio is telling me -- Anonymous, 23:15:49 12/27/02 Fri

it hurts me to hear, to see you got no faith in yourself.
it bothers me now to watch you, you got no faith in your own self.
you listen more to your friends than to your own heart inside.
Well, you listen to them, oh but you hide.
you don't got nothin' to be afraid of.
you're not as bad as you think.
and you're always puttin' yourself down,
but i'm just gonna tell you that i like you.
darlin', you always put yourself down, but i like you.
that's all i came to say.
then there's no need to think that other people can do things better than
you can do 'em
'cause you got the same power in you.
i got faith in you. sometimes you don't have it in yourself,
but i got faith in you.


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uncle -- Anonymous, 23:14:15 12/27/02 Fri


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mother -- Anonymous, 23:12:10 12/27/02 Fri


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no -- Anonymous, 22:51:18 12/27/02 Fri


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is anything done easily -- Anonymous, 22:45:52 12/27/02 Fri

worth the effort of doing it?


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you may not understand this -- Anonymous, 22:40:57 12/27/02 Fri

but i thought the hard part was over now i see its just beginning.


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nothing but this -- Anonymous, 22:35:42 12/27/02 Fri

just a little afraid


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what would you rather be -- Anonymous, 20:48:35 12/27/02 Fri

doing?


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no no no no no no no no no no no no? -- Anonymous, 20:45:36 12/27/02 Fri

why not?


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no -- Anonymous, 18:29:32 12/27/02 Fri

no no no no no no no no no no no no not there anywhere but there no not ready not ready not ready hurt fear pain rejection no no no no oh no yes but no this will be very difficult


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everybody sing -- Anonymous, 21:23:10 12/26/02 Thu

you will learn about life when you play the game of liiiiiife


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fuck this -- Anonymous, 10:55:26 12/26/02 Thu

for a game of cowboys, as they say.


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woaaaaaaaaaah -- Anonymous, 10:20:25 12/26/02 Thu

ssssshhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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life -- Anonymous, 04:11:08 12/26/02 Thu

is a game


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playing a game? -- Anonymous, 02:15:47 12/26/02 Thu

maybe that's the problem.


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it's not -- Anonymous, 01:56:37 12/26/02 Thu

whether you win or lose its how you play the game.


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dangit! -- Anonymous, 23:20:49 12/25/02 Wed

i never win anything.


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um -- Anonymous, 03:46:39 12/13/02 Fri

not last i checked


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abso -- Anonymous, 21:52:49 12/10/02 Tue

lutely.
(is there a prize?)


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absolutely correct -- Anonymous, 04:30:38 12/10/02 Tue

not you.


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not me -- Anonymous, 22:26:42 12/09/02 Mon

notmenotmenotme.
pine needles. sol fa.


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eye -- Anonymous, 06:47:52 11/29/02 Fri

long for you


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eeeeeeeeek! -- Anonymous, 18:26:34 11/22/02 Fri

a hgostei.


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i am the resurrection -- Anonymous, 08:25:21 11/22/02 Fri

i am the resurrection and the life sayeth the lord none shall enter the kingdom except through me.


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okay, -- Anonymous, 21:56:26 11/19/02 Tue

so it's dead.


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it's not dead... -- Anonymous, 19:23:54 11/10/02 Sun

it's sleeeeeping.


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*.* -- Anonymous, 19:54:13 10/04/02 Fri

be here now


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What a hassle! -- Anonymous, 05:54:23 08/28/02 Wed

It tries to download even if I don't click. Will it stop once we have a new archive.


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DO NOT CLICK ON THE REALPLAYER LINK BELOW -- Anonymous, 07:07:08 08/20/02 Tue

ITS AN ATTEMPT AT A DENIAL OF SERVICE ATTACK AND WILL TRY TO FILL UP YOUR CPU UNTIL YOUR PC CRASHES. NOTHING FATAL OR TERRIBLY HARMFUL BUT A PAIN IN THE BUTT MOSTLY.

IF YOU OPEN THE FILE AND IT BEGINS DOWNLOADING ON SOME OCCASIONS IT DOES NOT STOP AND YOU HAVE TO MANUALLY LOG OFF THE NET. Here's some info:

http://www.iss.net/security_center/static/8320.php

Real Player for Windows invalid .mp3 file denial of service

Description:

RealNetworks RealPlayer version 8.0 for Microsoft Windows is vulnerable to a denial of service attack. A remote attacker can append a .mp3 file extension to a malicious file to consume 100% of the CPU resources when RealPlayer attempts to open the malicious file, causing the system to crash.

Platforms Affected:
RealPlayer 8.0
Windows 2000: All Versions

Remedy:

No remedy available as of March 2002.

Consequences:
Denial of Service

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http://online.securityfocus.com/bid/4200/info/

RealPlayer is a media player for Windows, Macintosh, Linux and Solaris. It has been reported that it is possible to cause RealPlayer 8 for Windows to consume 100% of available CPU resources, leading to a potential denial of service condition.

Allegedly this condition can be caused by placing maliciously constructed data into a file named with the .mp3 extension. This file must then be referenced in a web page viewed through Internet Explorer, and the link followed by the vulnerable user. When the file is automatically opened in RealPlayer, it has been reported that the process will hang, consuming 100% of the available CPU resources. The process will have to be manually killed.

vulnerable:

Real Networks RealPlayer 8.0 Win32
- Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional
- Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional SP1
- Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional SP2
- Microsoft Windows 98
- Microsoft Windows 98 SP1
- Microsoft Windows 98SE
- Microsoft Windows ME
- Microsoft Windows NT 4.0 SP4
- Microsoft Windows NT 4.0 SP5
- Microsoft Windows NT 4.0 SP6a
- Microsoft Windows XP
- Microsoft Windows XP Home
- Microsoft Windows XP Professional


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mr blake -- Anonymous, 01:28:15 08/20/02 Tue

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?

I
The daughters of the Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air,
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard,
And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew:

"O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water,
Why fade these children of the spring, born but to smile and fall?
Ah! Thel is like a wat'ry bow, and like a parting cloud;
Like a reflection in a glass; like shadows in the water;
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infant's face;
Like the dove's voice; like transient day; like music in the air.
Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head,
And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gentle hear the voice
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time."
The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass,
Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a wat'ry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head.
Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,
Saying, 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily-flower,
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks;
For thou shalt be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna,
Till summer's heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To flourish in eternal vales.' Then why should Thel complain?
Why should the mistress of the vales of Har utter a sigh?"

She ceas'd and smil'd in tears, then sat down in her silver shrine.

Thel answer'd: "O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley,
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'ertired;
Thy breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells thy milky garments,
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
Thy wine doth purify the golden honey; thy perfume,
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs,
Revives the milked cow, and tames the fire-breathing steed.
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun:
I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place?"

"Queen of the vales," the Lily answer'd, "ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky,
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro' the humid air.
Descend, O little Cloud, and hover before the eyes of Thel."

The Cloud descended, and the Lily bow'd her modest head
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.

II
"O little Cloud," the virgin said, "I charge thee tell to me
Why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee, but not find. Ah! Thel is like to thee:
I pass away: yet I complain, and no one hears my voice."

The Cloud then shew'd his golden head and his bright form emerg'd,
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.

"O virgin, know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs
Where Luvah doth renew his horses? Look'st thou on my youth,
And fearest thou, because I vanish and am seen no more,
Nothing remains? O maid, I tell thee, when I pass away
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace and raptures holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers,
And court the fair-eyed dew to take me to her shining tent:
The weeping virgin trembling kneels before the risen sun,
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part,
But walk united, bearing food to all our tender flowers."

"Dost thou, O little Cloud? I fear that I am not like thee,
For I walk thro' the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers,
But I feed not the little flowers; I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds; they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more, because I fade away;
And all shall say, 'Without a use this shining woman liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms?' "

The Cloud reclin'd upon his airy throne and answer'd thus:

"Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the skies,
How great thy use, how great thy blessing! Every thing that lives
Lives not alone nor for itself. Fear not, and I will call
The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice,
Come forth, worm of the silent valley, to thy pensive queen."

The helpless worm arose, and sat upon the Lily's leaf,
And the bright Cloud sail'd on, to find his partner in the vale.


III
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.

"Art thou a Worm? Image of weakness, art thou but a Worm?
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lily's leaf
Ah! weep not, little voice, thou canst not speak, but thou canst weep.
Is this a Worm? I see thee lay helpless and naked, weeping,
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mother's smiles."
The Clod of Clay heard the Worm's voice and rais'd her pitying head:
She bow'd over the weeping infant, and her life exhal'd
In milky fondness: then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes.

"O beauty of the vales of Har! we live not for ourselves.
Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed.
My bosom of itself is cold, and of itself is dark;
But he, that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head,
And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my breast,
And says: 'Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee
And I have given thee a crown that none can take away.'
But how this is, sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know;
I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love."

The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said: "Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep.
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form; but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep;
And I complain'd in the mild air, because I fade away,
And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot."

"Queen of the vales," the matron Clay answer'd, "I heard thy sighs,
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd them down.
Wilt thou, O Queen, enter my house? 'Tis given thee to enter
And to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet."


IV
The eternal gates' terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in and saw the secrets of the land unknown.
She saw the couches of the dead, and where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows and of tears where never smile was seen.

She wander'd in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, list'ning
Dolours and lamentations; waiting oft beside a dewy grave
She stood in silence, list'ning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, and there she sat down,
And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.

"Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
Or the glist'ning Eye to the poison of a smile?
Why are Eyelids stor'd with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie?
Or an Eye of gifts and graces show'ring fruits and coined gold?
Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind?
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror, trembling, and affright?
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?"

The Virgin started from her seat, and with a shriek
Fled back unhinder'd till she came into the vales of Har.


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why? -- Anonymous, 05:14:11 08/19/02 Mon


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ett meddelande -- Anonymous, 22:15:29 08/15/02 Thu

skulle sitta utmärkt.


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monsters -- Anonymous, 11:56:48 08/10/02 Sat

i was hanging upside down from the overpass
waiting to discover something about the world
i couldn't get with the program
and i couldn't listen to him
it was like trying to think in reverse

and i don't want to slide into apathy
and i don't want to die in captivity
but these monsters follow me around
hunting me down, trying to wipe me out

wipe me out
wipe me out
wipe me out

i was hiding away under water
waiting for distance and buying some time
trying to be two hundred thousand years younger
so i could excuse myself from humankind

cause i don't want to be a container
or a bastard with a ten page disclaimer
but these monsters spin me around
get me down, just try and shut me out

shut me out
shut me out
shut me out

hold it in your head
hold it in your head
hold it in your head

believe and make believe and make believe

(shut me out) i was hiding away under water
(shut me out) waiting for distance, waiting for time
(shut me out) and i don't want to slide into apathy
(shut me out) and i don't want to live in captivity


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i dont care i dont care i dont care at all -- Anonymous, 01:56:49 08/10/02 Sat

i dont care about talking to a person who can be likened to a hippy coming out of a catatonic stupor


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* -- Anonymous, 01:29:01 08/02/02 Fri

oh very young
what will you leave us this time
youre only dancing on this earth for a short while
and though your dreams may toss and turn you now
they will vanish away like your daddys best jeans
denim blue fading up to the sky
and though you want him to last forever
you know he never will (you know he never will )
and the patches make the goodbye harder still

oh very young
what will you leave us this time
therell never be a better chance to change your mind
and if you want this world to see a better day
will you carry the words of love with you
will you ride the great white bird into heaven
and though you want to last forever
you know you never will (you know you never will )
and the goodbye makes the journey harder still

oh very young
what will you leave us this time
you're only dancing on this earth for a short while
oh very young
what will you leave us this time


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thank you -- Anonymous, 01:51:32 07/31/02 Wed


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. -- Anonymous, 00:57:46 07/31/02 Wed

parasurama


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however! -- Anonymous, 23:04:40 07/30/02 Tue

its not nice to try to pass VIRUSES at message boards! you should be ashamed!


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cool! thanks! -- Anonymous, 22:42:57 07/30/02 Tue


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more molnvandrande? -- Anonymous, 20:58:21 07/27/02 Sat


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right! -- Anonymous, 20:26:55 07/27/02 Sat

Dongshan once taught the assembly, 'Concenrning realization-through-the-body of going beyond Buddha, I would like to talk a little.'

A monk said, 'What is this talk?'

The master said, 'When I talk you don't hear it.'

The monk said, 'Do you hear it, sir?'

The master said, 'Wait till I don't talk, then you hear it.'


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the sounds -- Anonymous, 14:02:41 07/27/02 Sat

of silence


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to hell with all of it -- Anonymous, 01:16:30 06/29/02 Sat


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on second thoughts -- Anonymous, 00:34:43 06/29/02 Sat

to hell with it


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well, -- Anonymous, 20:56:19 06/28/02 Fri

i still believe and will not give up, even if you do.


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var är hon? -- Anonymous, 19:20:49 06/28/02 Fri

det är molnvandrande men jag vet inte längre alls vart jag försvinner i denna lyckliga röra av saker som inte egentligen flyttar berg.


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. -- Anonymous, 13:19:40 06/27/02 Thu

about the present moment i have this to say we’re looking at flowers planted yesterday. each garden and its weeds represent energized seeds. So i don’t search for the Garden of Eden, even if i have a direct lead-in. the seeds mean more to me than the plants my eyes can see. i spend my time with the seeds, for i know where that leads. it’s a process and not a count, there’s nothing to surmount.


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for dot/blake/sam -- Anonymous, 06:15:34 06/15/02 Sat

if i should die this very moment i wouldn't fear
for i've never known completeness like you being near
wrapped in the warmth of you loving every breath of you
still in my heart this moment or it might burst
could we stay right here until the end of time until the earth stops turning wanna love you until the seas run dry

i've found the one i've waited for

all this time i've loved you
and never known your face
all this time i've missed you
and searched this human race

here is true peace
here my heart knows calm
safe in your soul
bathed in your sighs

wanna stay right here
until the end of time
til the earth stops turning
gonna love you until the seas run dry
i've found the one i've waited for

the one i've waited for

all i've known
all i've done
all i've felt was leading to this
all i've known
all i've done
all i've felt was leading to this

wanna stay right here
til the end of time
til the earth stops turning
i'm gonna love you till the seas run dry

i've found the one i've waited for
the one i've waited for
the one i've waited for


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4. -- Anonymous, 22:42:53 06/08/02 Sat

"My creative powers have been reduced to a restless indolence. I cannot be idle, yet I cannot seem to do anything either. I have no imagination, no more feeling for nature, and reading has become repugnant to me. When we are robbed of ourselves, we are robbed of everything!" goethe


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3. -- Anonymous, 22:33:23 06/08/02 Sat

driving out of sydney
country music playing
cursing all of them who stayed

in the city
i own this city
get drunker than a poet who just got paid

and i'm finally hoping
that i'll be torn open
so that every word i say is true
the words i'm shouting
while i work it out
in case trouble takes me and i don't make it through

you have to ship my body home
ship my body home

all i ever wanted was to finish what i started
but there's no way i could do it on my own
you have to ship my body home

driving through the mountains
cutting through the night time
stopping now and then to wonder why
i left the city
the quiet city
i killed its memory just to watch it die

and i'm finally hoping
that i'll be torn open
so that every word i say is true

the words you're hearing
while i make it clear
in case trouble takes me and i don't make it through

you have to ship my body home
ship my body home
all i ever wanted was to finish what i started
but there's no way i could do it on my own
you have to ship my body home.


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2. -- Anonymous, 22:15:21 06/08/02 Sat

hey there i said that i'm in love
with you
there's an ocean us just like me
deep and blue
and i at times have had nothing
but tonight i want nothing but you

you're the only thing i want
the only thing i want
the only thing in my mind
all the time.

staying up til dawn won't take its toll
til we get old
and drinking is just a way
we keep away the cold

and you
you know what it means
to be true
and searching like me

you're the only thing i need
the only thing the i need
the only thing on my mind
all the time.

and you gave me a reason
to give you my soul
i'll give you it all

you're the only one i want
the only want that i need
the only one on my mind
all the time.

all the time.


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* -- Anonymous, 22:10:58 06/08/02 Sat

i walk the street with some friends of mine
just like everytime
sit here letting time line my face
fill this empty space

i was tired, i was unsatisfied
i was wrong i was wrong i was wrong
no time like the present
this emptiness kissing
this physical sickness
i'm falling in fear again

i know i'll never be here again


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howl -- Anonymous, 07:10:24 06/08/02 Sat

howl howl


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jag -- Anonymous, 19:16:56 06/03/02 Mon

hade glömt hur det kändes.


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no -- Anonymous, 07:11:04 06/03/02 Mon

fun


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migrains -- Anonymous, 04:57:14 06/03/02 Mon


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7 & 7 -- Anonymous, 10:25:18 05/30/02 Thu


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Seagrams!! -- Anonymous, 05:49:40 05/30/02 Thu


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? -- Anonymous, 13:17:47 05/29/02 Wed


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megrims -- Anonymous, 12:29:45 05/29/02 Wed


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me too. -- Anonymous, 06:13:10 05/29/02 Wed


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