on 29-12-2009 08:45 AM
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son
Here's a thought............is it still spam if it makes you feel good?
on 29-12-2009 09:16 AM
yes it's still spam, and yes this forum still stinks, which is why its so quiet atound here now. I have never visited such a painfully slow forum in my life, what makes it even more laughable is the fact it doesn't work correctly in the PS3 browser either!
sorry about that, so... spicey, bit of a Rudyard Kipling fan are you? What made you think of "If" ?
on 30-12-2009 11:01 AM
It's a big poem in my family. It's easy to read aloud and easy to understand. It has a point and makes you think. In today's cynical world I reckon our male youths are forgetting what it means to be a man. Maybe if we get this read, and explained, to kids at a young age we could start to shape the adults we hope they'll be. This and Baz Luhrman. Wear sunscreen kids.
I also love
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
on 30-12-2009 12:32 PM
on 02-01-2010 03:26 PM
Your a sensitive soul at heart Spiceboy.
Frozen Butterfly Requiem.
The clouds drifted on in their contentment
and standing on this razor's edge
i faced the night
my face lifted for a kiss from the moon
as she parted the night and smiled upon me
eyes slowly closing as the breath of winter
envelopes me in its stinging caress
a form shivering in the darkness
shadow reaching for comfort
this season slowly seeps into me
i can feel it infuse me
sharp as needles
penetrating into my flesh
wrapping my bones
in the knowledge of life
sending my blood racing
to keep itself sane
it's so intense and this is winter
every whispered prayer and acknowledgement
torn from my lips with an icy kiss
my lungs feel as if they'll burst
from the shards of ice hidden in this oxygen
yet again i draw in deeply
reveling in the invading blades
this is but a slice of true reality
beauty and pain mixed with silence so loud
touching upon a wonder that few know exist
warmth and brightness may seem decadent
but bring at times a bitter note of sloth
that slips one into a comatose haze
this is gently grasping the sword edge
feeling the blood slide cold upon the skin
within this solitude a question floats the wind
why stand frozen beneath this winter's moon
i'm dying just a little bit
to remember how to live
You're a strange one CB.
on 06-01-2010 02:32 PM
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