Thanks Lunar, it's nice to see that there are some believers after all, hee hee! Hey, an 8's a nice score-not stingy at all! See you soon (happy Easter) xxx

Ah, I see you're from bonny ol' Britain too! Good evening then!

That's okay. Nice to see some adventure in the poetry on this site. Now we know that you can do this try to do something more extravagent. You're obviously talented at this, so give me something to smile about! Good evening (over here it is anyway)!

And why ever not?

I never said that it wasn't questionable. I was merely showing the guidelines by which I was going. The experiance I'm describing is literally a decent into madness(of which D.A. is very right this poem is by and about a lunatic), this literally is one of my nightmares, put into words, at the best of my abilities at the present, of which I apologize if it doesn't fit into a ryhming lines or neat little stanzas, or most of the other niffy little rules that most people consider to be poetic. SO FEEL FREE TO QUESTION ITS STATUS AS A POEM AND GOOD EVENING TO YOU! o

It's great that you're trying to do philosophy, Lunar! A+++ for effort!!!!!!!!1

Remove her bits? A chilling thought.

I thank you. Thank you. You are a warm bath on a cold winter night. The way she parts the sea with sculpted knee, and rolls back and runs fingers along rivulets of wax that speak of memorable nights It's automatic. Can't stop placing simple words, each after another, and sigh sadness... There is such an immense sadness. Can't you see it? Are you the one? Here, let me guide your hand to my brow, cool against this broken field. Sometimes I use it as a shield, to hide from the acidic sun. --------------- I don't know what that was