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That Night (Dedicated to Lisa of course!)

globs of purple rain had fallen
to the softly padded ground.
If one were to look
shards of glass could be found.

The remains of a glistening goblet
shattered semblance of what once was
reflected a roaring fire
crackling within a hearth a bit above.

The man sat over his woman
lying softly on the bed
and thought of what had transpired
in his slightly tilted head.

The plan had come after months of thought–
their life together had become wanting.
‘Change must come by your willful hand’,
his heart and mind had been taunting.

So the fruits of his grand scheme
had ripened at last tonight
like some sublime spirit she lay
in his mind she was quite a sight.

Glinting edges, sharp and pointed
he had unsheathed his chosen weapon
and with precise, calculated passion
sent his beloved straight to heaven.

Shivers of shock ran down her back
and she let her glass slip
Senses reeling she didn’t care
as the carpet stained with drips.

Her cries had broken placid night
proving instinct can fall short
but before she exhausted herself,
she uttered a quick retort.

Though cool and collected through the ordeal
this utterance drew salmon to his cheek
preparation proved worthless
as his knees grew painfully weak.

Now salty emotion ran down his cheek too,
the moment pressed into his soul
he had changed their lives forever
his action had taken its toll.

“Yes,” she had sighed with love
“I’ll share my life with you.”
She slipped the weapon on her hand
Gilded circle, diamond blue.

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What’s new at work? Learned to program Excel VBA today. My boss had a mailing list that needed formatting, so I set up some vba that did it automatically. Is there an easier way?

What’s new in webdesign? I’m trying to gather up all the pictures from ECASU to put on the ASA website. Also, Kosal and I have been recruited to work on the ECASU national website. Moogoo helped me pick out a good server, he’s too good! Hopefully we’ll be able to do a good job.

What’s new in the world? The front page of the Inquierer had somehting about women being outraged at unauthorized pevlic exams conducted by medical students–its a common practice. Saddam called Bush out for a debate (it is the only way he would be able to win).

What’s new with ASA? Ominous feelings fortell that when one reminisces upon these first few years, they will seem all too golden.

What do I most want to learn? Python…seems interesting, and TCP/IP networking protocols/sockets etc…

Magic: TG card I’m looking for? More Birds (OP) and Recycles!

Yah Yah, I’m creative…thanks! but did anyoone actually read the whole thing?? ^___^ Wish me a good time at ECASU! LATERZ!

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Since I recieved a pretty good reaction from everyone, here is another poem. For this poem, i needed everyone’s help, so thanks for lending it to me! (Beware some parts of this poem are crappy and it’s fairly long-winded. I hope you still read though!)

Once there was an angel
who dreamed of silver wings,
a baby star to grace upon,
and other sky-bound things.

This angel cutiepie,
so filled with hopes and dreams,
left divinely perfect gardens,
for the mortal Earth it seems.

he picked fresh flowers, visited
white rice fields, and luscious forests,
and enjoyed the hymns of a gospel choir
that rivaled his seraphic chorus.

Next, this silly boy sensed
a wafting in the air
from a sweet lollipop held
by a baby girl without a care.

“Sorry,” said the angel,
“but I simply must confide
that that smell is so delectable
it leaves me mystified!

I’d trade my wholesome soul
for that sweetness on my lips
could this be the legendary
object? the loving human kiss?”

I’ve heard the starlight whisper
on shady, eclipsed moons
of the essence of human love
shown in kissed lover’s swoons.

Could the art of humanity
be trapped in your bulbous cheeks
is the reason behind your smiles
somewhere I can peak? (okay, that was weak)

The little chick held out her hand
towards the blinding sol,
grinning with an ivy fang,
eyes both dark and cold.

She offered him the candy pop,
with a face unmarred by time,
he tried a couple licks,
it tasted highly sublime. (this stanza sucks)

I’m glued to this savory taste
he chuckled at his luck
but when he looked upon that girl
he exclaimed, “holy f*ck!”

It seemed she was but an illusion
for a blackness seemed to sweep
and the sun’s corona waned
and god’s scion had to weep

Smokey halos darkened the sky
as amethyst hues replaced the orange sun
a tired look drew on the face
of the wing’d one.

Extreme duress strained his face
as introspection showed his err,
his will had flopped, and conscience stopped,
and he had dropped his care.

“Too innocent have you been,”
cried the little girl.
Suddenly she flew and he was sure
who’d possessed his world.

“I am fallen darkness,
the meek shy away with fear,
it is I who invoke anonymous hate
in those who once were dear.”

“I am the prince of all
that rebels against your host.
Temptation is my forte–
it is what i love the most.”

“I take you now, oh angel dark,
to a realm of prometheus’ gift.
where punishment will be meated out
no mortal hand can lift.”

acid bins we’ll bathe you in
–my jaded, fellow damned
for our work has made us weary
in this unhallowed, spiteful land.

“No hope will come to you cherub,
even on the final day,
when the man with studded hands,
will take the good away.”

“For you have fallen from eden pure,
for earthly foul and folly,
you’ll be eating no more waifers
and leave behind the days most jolly.”

“Have no hope to be revitalized
that’s a wish no one can fill,
for your soul is mine, for all time
you signed it over with a quill.”

“A bargain made and come to term,
has cursed you through and through
an infernal contract drawn and signed,
has spelled the end of you.”

3 Poems?? You may be wondering… No, I’m not feeling especially prolific today… just very in love and very inspired!

Give(st) Me A Chance!

“Milady”, said the knave to the queen,
“I beg a pittance of your time–
though truth be told, I’m unworthy
of something so sublime.”

“Gentle servant,” began the queen,
“What troubles your humble mind?
It should be a matter of great importance
to warrant my precious time.”

“Under his divine direction
I have come to ask of thee
a request you might think silly
but it’s most important to me.”

“I have always been your servant
he has decreed it from my birth
and the love that you show your
people is more than we are worth.”

“To wash your feet, to clothe your back
is not enough for me
I seek to show you my unending love,
and the depths of my loyalty.”

“For it must be so that when I was born
I loved you more than he.
Though blasphemous to say,
it’s rough to love what I cannot see.”

“How can I show you, my righteous queen
how I lovest you?
Should I lay my life before your feet
or would I be a fool?”

“I implore upon your patient soul
to accept my eternal pledge
to guard you from malicious deeds
that might threaten your precious head.”

“Take me as your stepping stool
to lay your feet upon.
Take me as a trusted man,
to counter threats anon.”

Said the queen to the knave,
“I hardly knowest thee
but something in thy breath and words
speaks from divinity.”

“Though my life is put at risk
from a hasty action thus,
I will trust in he that sendest thee,
and bloom life from barren dust.”

“There is a quality about you
that makes me shiver with fear
and yet you have a gentle spirit
that I imagine would grow dear.”

Oh what will come of this foretold day
when blind nobility gave
a simple man a chance to show
he was more than just a knave?

Would the humble man show the queen
that her trust was well-deserved?
Just ask Jamie Ly and Lisa Ngov–a pair,
of whom, you might have heard.

Love sat to my starboard side and Lust at my left
they asked me to quickly make my choice lest I be left bereft.

Oh Lust you’re so conniving! You undermine my will!
Yet caught in your passionate throes is quite an awesome thrill.
You make me think with my lesser head
so I look not ahead–but instead to a bed.
Where I let my fury loose on unabashed Eve’s
and devour ambrosial fruit, spilling sloppy seeds.

Oh Love you’re so noble! You also mystify!
You defy all rules of nature–you’re emotion amplified.
You make me think with a different organ–my quaking fickle heart.
Still, my sweet Love, I pray to providence we never part.
Love, you bring so much more than just your simple name,
Happiness, patience, care, and understanding are all your claims to fame.

So, of course, you realize, who I finally chose,
possibly the pinnacle of poignancy in all of poetry and prose:
yes, I chose sweet sweet Love–despite the cliche.
So have you all–my darling friends–a Happy Valentine’s Day.

After she left, I’d ask that question to myself every morning when I woke up alone. I didn’t mean it in the literal sense of course, but there still had to be some kind of answer to the abstraction. Who am I? I would repeat it over and over in my head until it beated with the words. Who am I? Who am I? Who…

The only thing that purged them from my mind was a hot shower. Despite the summer humidity, I always took hot showers. I would turn the water on and let it run. The steam would begin to billow and fill my small bathroom. I would strip and stare at myself in the mirror for a couple minutes while the water heated. Naked, vulnerable and exposed, I couldn’t hide my sorrow.

It had been a humid, rainy day in June when we met. The smell of grass after a fresh rain still reminds me of her. That first night together, we held each other. Her lithe body intertwined with mine and we watched each other intently until we succumbed to the night. We didn’t know anything about each other, but that seemed to not matter. I wish we had taken a picture that night: to stop the hour glass; to freeze and preserve precious moments in time; if only life was that easy. We had met in the morning, so the memory of her was most poignant during that time of the day.

I would cautiously step into the tub–I didn’t want to slip. The water would sting me at first, like burning needles. My skin would start to glow red and flushed as if I had just had a drink. I’d wash carefully and thoroughly, scrubbing over the length of my body. Then I would sit in the tub and let the water wash over me. My lungs fought for fresh air through the heavy steam but I needed time to think. The daily pishposh of suburban life weedled its way into my thoughts at times, along with thoughts of school in the fall, my family and their problems; but mostly, I thought about myself. I was searching desperately for the answer–searching for who I was now that she had left me lost and alone.

She had tried to be gentle but the words scalded like hot metal. She grew red and flushed with a mix of embarrassment, sadness, and frustration–one might have thought she was angry. Then, she composed herself and spoke to me softly. I let her words sweep over me. She said that it was her fault; in some small way it might’ve been, but we both knew that I had failed her expectations. The heart she had so lovingly gilded turned to lead. It fought for hope. Without her, what could I be?

I would sit in that shower only for several minutes. It was always hard to rise, but I managed–there was nothing else I could do but manage. Rising to my full height, I would exhale a long breath and turn the water off. Opening the curtain, I would retrieve a towel and dry off any stray droplets that still clung to me.

I sat there for hours after she had finished and left. She walked out the door without looking back. I watched her walk out as I looked forward. She was not going to be a part of my future as I had planned. Why had she really left? Was I simply unworthy? She left me in body, but her spirit lingered.

I slowly learned to live again–without her. It was too difficult to go back to what I had been–so I worked with what I had grown into. Still, the memories I had of her clung to me and I took her everywhere I went. I wondered if she would always haunt me.

Finishing the shower each morning, I would dress and comb my hair, and look at myself one more time. I would ask myself again–who am I?

The answer didn’t come the first few months after she left; but eventually when I asked myself, I would smile into the mirror and see two parts of me grinning back. I’d sigh and each day accept the answer that I had finally found.

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Crits, comments, and suggestions please! What did the story mean to you? Any themes you noticed? Is this complete crap or one big cliche?