BS.

to late .bachus did that with da's comments in a geishas burlesque~aforethought. sorry next

Oh I should have added, hats off to Diego for 'The hand of god' memory and most pleasant event of the 80s for most Scots.

What you know is indeed very little indeede. For what you know, from what I can gather, was told you to by someone who knows only what someone who also knows very little told him. Moreover, that person was also me, and was deliberately misleading the person who told you what you think you know. And what's more, Sir, you are drunk. And a knave.

Right first off DA was never in 4th grade cause he is a Brit and we don't call it that.Secondly I never realised that some of you have met personally before (alter egos excepted)and thirdly lets all get a grip here and try and be buds, this is all really heavy and let's face it worse things hapeen at war.Lastly I'm gonna post a heep of shite that I wrote about 20 years ago when someone said I only write about miserable things.I thought it was crap but believe it or not some thought it was A1 and a local community rag published it.

OK that should be 'worse things happen at sea' but I'm on my 8th beer and I saw my team win today for the 1st time this season so who gives a shit.

unfortunately your user name has everything to do with it..you fucking chose it! and that says alot, oh maybe you were just kidding, and what if i only saw you twice, doesn't change what i saw...and i will prove to you just how fucking self righteous you sound by posting a piece of all of your comments i've cut out, and then you can be the judge of yourself...i keep a paper trail to back up my arguments...i just think it's a little fucking egotistical to give advice on something none of us even remotely comprehend, proof in that look around you! AND FUCK YOU WITH your evaluation of time for who, i'm supporting two fucking people in a rent zone three times your budget with a mouth full of cock in the trenches...while you sit in orange country teaching what creative writing? i fucking dare you to quit your job and for three years try to make a fucking living in the indusrial machine 'art' 'artist' my fucking left nad...nobody gives a shit about that..only what they can make a buck on, and destroy the beauty of...you missed your window...go preach to the preachers daughter she needs your fucking geomancy much more than i ever will....feed that chicken beinge, and tell me the future. here let me tell me for you...better batten down the hatches kid cuz here...it...comes...some, highs,some lows, some wins, some losses...blah blah blah keep your head up, blah blee vlah...it's always been and it always will, and there is no way to teach it...so you end up sounding, on screen extremely self righteous. sorry, i'll be the first to mention all of my faultes, but why do you cling to this pathetic approach...fuck shut up and write about some other pretty bird that gets knockerd up. again and again...or perhaps "the trouserless three" the clergy cospiracy..blah blee blah. horse shit! fucking avon horseshit no wonder you fucking are chummy with christoff, you have alot in common.alot.

Painfully obvious? Oh no! As for Futbol, which I was born to love and appreciate. It's the only thing my people have left, and even that's questionable.(See Argentina, World Cup 2002) it has the true poetry of every physical endeavor. I wish I could see you play. As for your practising writing as well as your touches, it is precisely because your loved-ones rely on you for their rituals and scholastics that you might want to pay a little more attention to this talent of yours. Their world will be bettered, because they read something beautiful you wrote. That has far more meaning then anything they might read from a book. It would belong them.

i'm sober and livid, but all in good fun, kids i've never even left my home before so all that i've said has to be negated. sorry, perhaps i will drink now and smoke before i toe nail the vagina, and regrettably say something that i regrettably say, or not say.said bed? head? lead astray oh...no..no...lets all be friends and enjoy everything the way it was meant to be ejoyed..on it's back!

I said 'patently obvious' not painfully.Anyway my loved ones do not need me to be brilliant, just entertaining enough to appear so.Need to chat about football soon though. I do not have great memories of Argentina in football terms (World Cup 1978) but my great hero Mr. Mercury was very popular there I understand.Anyway I'm going to write my happy poem now to detract from the barrage of attacks you are having to deal with.Hang on in there girl.

Replied to your previous comment on this the other night but then realised you were gone for a day or so, so saved the comment and will repost it now.Don't know if you got the reply when you asked 'she was sleeping now she works'I did post it as promised the next day but I can't find it now.If you are interested I will try and re-post

Yes they are my initials the C and the N are anagrams of one another, hence my username.I feel I said what I wanted to and I got the point, but then I knew it before I started.

M My dear GW trust me it is patently obvious that a lot of deep thought and effort go into your works. Just that I have never considered writing my main hobby, I just write it occasionally when something either gets me down or really makes me happy or if I'm asked to pen some suitable words for a friends/family occasion, I have also been known to offer something up for nephews to use in school exams and the like but football (not US) is my real passion, music and pub quizzes also.It may be that one day I will take my own poetry more seriously but not just yet.I actually joined this site looking for inspiration but so far that has only came from yourself and one or two others. For the most part I enjoy reading the comments more than the poems(yours excluded).All that 'we're the greatest' and 'You're not worthy' crap splits my sides, especially when it is the so called adults talking to 14 year olds, touches left right and centre but is their ever a victory when the opposition are children.However I will keep in mind all that you say and would appreciate your thoughts on some of the others I have posted and not just the one that I consider the weakest.(Not that the others are literary masterpieces).

pull what together? i'm fucking sick of her! stay on your side of the fence holder of the sac of nentwhistle....just cuz you got high ten years ago and are still reeling from the weight gain..means not your words have merit or weight...in fact i know who you know, and they know very little, which causes me to speculate on whether or not what you know is really even what you know...how has it come to that you might ask yourself?....simple...you are merely a figment of someone elses imagination..a projection...hollow particle spectrums...rectum-fiably turned of or on by the click of a mouse...then what has happened i spoke to a particular who mentioned a bump into and then a suprise...what and who is the tall skinny lad, and why is he so cool and goth..ah because he's a thinker and not a blade sinker..not so pale...not so poor...not so impressive. a mere mortal..you mr friend are a childs hand msking shadow puppets on a wall that's for sale every minute every second, if you hurry you might get that new animals shape down...before it's to late...you are to late. p.s the shame is that in real life you even introduce yourself as dark angel, and in my book my friend that is weak, and why you started writing to begin with back when the bullies started beating you up for being different...right around fourth grade. enjoy your success.call me.

Again it seems like you're not finishing what you've begun. The subject is missing. Take the shot, quit dribbling the ball. CSN makes me think of Crosby, Stills & Nash. Are those your initals?

Loved the first line.

I been seeing more and more good poetry on poemranker today. This is one of them. I it do better not to mention Love. Your talk of lightening alone is poetry enough.

Maybe you should try editing and posting your own remarks.

Excellent, except for the squeals of sexual intercourse.I feel some other type of squeals would have sufficed.But someone had to write one and well done to you.

Have you been consorting with Settle, you insolent fiend? Why? And how?