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[lunaslobo]

this will be a place that I can rant and rave about what ever I am feeling strongly about that day hour minute or second. It may be good it may be bad, it just depends I encourage others to set up their own threads the same way. If I can learn how I can make the thread locked so that only the person who started it can add to it. all poems unless i state other wise in this section are written by me so please ask my permision before you use them esle where.
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[lunaslobo]

question
all I am and all all i was ever ment to be,
all I was, and all i ever wanted to be,
some how seems lost, forgotten along the way,
along the way to a place i never found.
the place I always wanted to go,
the place i dreamed i would be.
lost, lost, lost, and never found.
alone but not compleat.
so tell me where do I go
where do I find the thing i have been missing.
i have never seen it yet it reamains in my dreams.
I have never felt it, yet it lingers on my fingers.
I have never tasted it, yet its frangrance i desire.
is it that I am not strong enough, or is it something else?
more than i need the answer, i think i need the question.
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[lunaslobo]

Desire
dont underestimate the power of desire,
dont underestimate the lure of the forbidden.
it can pull you down to a depth un imaginable,
the darkness will take you over.
it does not matter how strong you think you are,
it does not matter how smart you think you can be,
beware, beware, beware,
when you feel its presance it may be to late,
when you feel its breath the time could be gone.
so resist the temptations, resist the glow.
so that one day you shall get the reward.
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[lunaslobo]

The Howling


have you heard the howling?
felt the stirings deep of your heart?
have you heard the growling?
faught the urdge to run?
the full moon is coming.
it will find you no matter where you hide.
so remember the beast is not behind you,
he is not hiding under your bed.
the beast is not any where around you,
but inside you.
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[lunaslobo]

A child cries out, reaches, streaches, and falls.
no one hears, no one cares, no one comes,
darkness engulfs, the sunlight stripped away,
the air turns cold, the ground gets damp.
the air it starts to hum, deep and low it groans.
he hears his name, first almost to soft, less than a whisper.
it gets louder, it surounds him.
first its every where and its nowhere,
then its no longer beside him, but its inside,
then he is the voice, calling out to others,
beginning only asking, wanting to learn, needing to know.
the he is demanding, grabbing, taking, trying to fulfill.
he did not ask for this, he did not make this his plan,
but he goes on, seeking the light he can never see,
a warmth just beyond his grasp.
why was he chosen, what did he do?
can he ever be whole, can he ever acomplish what he never knew.
the maze is growing larger, becoming everything he is,
the puzzle the question, and mabe the answer.
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[lunaslobo]

the past is always coming back,
it will not stay away.
I try to run and hide,
but my thooughts they go astray.
I try to wrap my hands around,
some how to gain control.
but what i find is an open wound,
in place of a childhood that was stole.
It does not help me to remember,
I can never seem to forget,
so tell me how to manage,
to teach me not to fret,
about somethihng from so long ago,
a time that ceased to be.
will I always be ensnared by this,
or someday to be set free.
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[lunaslobo]

The moon
it doesnt matter how far we go,
or the time in wich we stay.
we all must search our true path,
we all must find our way.
so when we feel so small and scared,
and think that were alone,
just look to the sky above,
and discover what is is that is shone,
because no matter your place,
or what your being,
it will always be the same old moon,
that both of us are seeing.
so take comfort in this fact,
we have the orbe to guide us,
we will never be so far apart,
that we will be with out the other
held deaply in our heart.
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[lunaslobo]

I seem to live in a fantacy world,
believing in things not real.
i want to run and hide.
not showing what I truly feel.
but somehow i will go on,
reaching for the star.
i see my dreams and reach out,
trying to grab them if they are not to far.
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[lunaslobo]

sometimes I wonder, sometimes I question
why it is the world can seem so grey.
its not really day break its not really night fall,
its something inbetween, a place where I'm to stay.
there is no color, just some black and white,
no blues, no reds, no ornge and no greens.
the past in infront of us the future left behind,
to remind me of what i have seen.
so I reach out and never grasp,
what truly is not there,
am I lost, not know who or why,
not knowing who truly does care.
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[lunaslobo]

Father and son
forever the father, forever the son,
not knowing wich he is, not knowing where he's from.
like he is stuck in the middle,
watching the storm clouds as they come.
the voices they tell him,
some things that he must do.
he is unsure if he should follow,
so he searches for some clue.
a clue that will tell him,
the answers he forever seeks.
his future sometims seems looming,
high and out ofl reach.
lost among the mountains, high upon the peeks.
so upward he must climb,
forever seeking the light.
knowing what he must find,
is just beyond his sight.
so he asks the question just one more time
am I the father or am I the son,
wich path should I go,
should I walk or should I run?
should I embrace the future,
be in a hurry to change things,
or put my faith in a higher power,
and accept what ever fate he may bring.
questions questions questions, fill my head,
but the answers are left in space.
yet when i close my eyes I see it,
in front of me his face.
I hear his voice, angry one minute,
then full of regret, wanting to start a new,
then I turn and then I see the other,
the face of my son, wondering what is true.
he is young again, like I was when my dad would be mad,
take his regrets out on me,
I see that I did some of the same,
my anger on my son, will I ever be free.
I want to forgive him, to show my father love.
but I need forgiveness from the man who is my son,
to give and to get i guess that is my goal,
to let go of what he did and what I have done.
then I'll live in the light, forever peacefull.
knowing that yes i am the father and yes I am the son.
David Abb
May 14, 2007
6:10 am
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[rjewell]

"I wish none of this had happened" was not uttered by Frodo, but by Pippen.

[lunaslobo]

the first lotr movie while talking to Gandalf.
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