Split Seconds in Flames (Annie)
It's like an inferno meeting your gaze,
you admire the beauty but can't near the haze;
choking the smoke or the jokes you hoot,
a teasing dance of trickster askew.
Tortorous riddles of the mind eyes,
a bind of friendship and hope refined.
It's often said a dragon in flight is safer than death
or even the fallen angel draws you to lava,
down the volcano and screaming out,
it takes a dive to experience that.
Trusting the devil is hard task,
trusting a mirror of the sins,
of napalm beauty and ultimate
child you have to admire she
certainly can sing.
Dreams in a Faraway Land (Isha)
Land of dreams you rule with grace,
it's not real with imagination, whether
you dance with a storybook pledge
or offer secrets to lands of yore.
Take a dive and a sword and lead
us along -- in a scripted fantasy
written by one. You walk the red path
and avoid the yellow, for gold is pretty but never lasts.
Believer and faith you are still kind,
singing the tale or reciting prayer,
you can't hate.
Hunted by many wild nightmares which
merge into Inception corridor and end--
end down a path in an island you stay
forever a kid...
Take us through a wild ride,
imagination fairly conflicts
but takes us finally to the
land you brag and emote.
Broken Jigsaw (Em)
All a muddle, a distant saw with a jig,
a missing song, a lost chapter a key
to a door burnt down in a war.
A guirilla skirmish in the suburbs,
of judgement and bias due to direction in life
whether a skip from a mine or a hop in acid,
swim to the depths where your flesh boils
and feel alive experiencing pain in threshold
of ultimate distress.
A dice is thrown in the ring,
you choose a Scotman,
a Canadian, an Asian and
two americans -- lifes like a joke
but none of the laughs,
but even in hell you still love
even while on the river Styx
I know many of us are happy
you're here.
Narcoleptic Friendship (Andes)
An orient pride in a kiwi land,
you try wear a mask for all occasions,
much like jester you entertain--
much like a warriors you've been slain,
a noob or a ninja you can decide.
Narcoleptic with stress,
you fall on desk, muttering
about shoes that care.
You were pwned my friend
by Mr Sandman himself.
But even in fault you still shine,
you can give sight to the blind,
give a voice to reason and right,
respect is earned through utter
strife but it has to be said.
You're a banana and sleepy
I don't care, you stand by
your principals and know
what's right, even if it's
maple syrup or dealing
with stress.
Faces and Profiles in Cyberland (PhoenixBishop)
Many faces we see day to day,
you're clearly really quite sane,
but honestly it seems from time to time,
that you share the genes we all bear,
writers are lunatics you everyday --
you join in the madness we all seemingly bear,
with new faces, new bodies we all stare,
in medical terms you'd be called mad,
with possible chance of personality disorder
associated with many, majority fools,
winning goals it's only a echoe of a further
stream of deep myriad stories of emotional
turmoil.
It's the often the case
your story still not
known.
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Hope you enjoyed
I was surprised at how accurate it was, actually. xD Pally, I loffle you so much for that.