Fairness

Connie, this is so DEPRESSING! Makes me want to go look for a rope!

Cheer up! Its not that bad,

Originally posted by David
Sounds like a rammstein song.

It was one in one of my old bands

LOL!
Well that was a guess, i cant say i own any rammstein or have ever owned it.

The Numeric transmission five triple zero was recieved without interruption for eight full days.

It ended, suddenly on the ninth.

Thats when the destruction began.

DR?

You hit the wrong thread?

Nope, just thought it was cogent.

Hell...if this is a gathering of wannabe poets, heres one of mine as well:

LAST CALL

...soft pulsing hum as skin itches red,
Cold Metal table yet I am not dead,
Been here before and here once again,
Know it well now and its still all the same.

Know the face of that man as he hides behind mirror,
The three seated decision-makers with skins of pale silver,
Know the long corridor and just where it leads,
Know their frail bodies and large bulbous heads.

Know the plan as it plays out before all,
Written eons ago this our last call,
Just plucking the strings and creating the dance,
Leaving some hope to hold on to chance.

But hope is not found in the fortunes of Man,
Not found in the secretive structures in sand,
Not found in the numbers scribed upon walls,
Not found here to be heard this our last call.

They come and they come and pour right on through,
Too late breathes the wind, too late me and you,
Wave of warriors with ashen pearled eyes,
Nothing to stop them, no place to hide.

Watch clouds says the whispers, watch them at night,
See them brief moments, see them in flight,
They move unseen to many, but not unseen to all,
'Cept those who witness this our last call.

We doubt our own power and we doubt His as well,
We create our own Heavens which dissolve into Hell,
We chase mirages of our making in search for the truth,
We thought 'thought' in itself would provide all the proof.

Distractions subtractions just slight of hand tricks,
Keep us all guessing and keep us perplexed,
Quieten the mind and hear it you shall,
The shallow hollow swallowing of this our last call....

-by Me



Peace,
ALIEN

i liked alien,

here's another of my depressed ones, when i was going through rehab.

Today the night of devilry,
tomorrow the night of hell,
If I get through the next five days,
I'm doing fairly well,

I've got people to the left of me,
and people to the right,
everywhere their dead eyes long,
for me to give them sight,

When I show them what i keep,
they run away in fear,
mothers hide their baby's faces,
based on what they hear,

In the midst of everything,
standing where I am,
The next five days will go to show,
I need the helping hand...

Sadness

Spoiled hopes, unattainable dreams
lost passion in society's blurring eye
brandishing desires, opinions left to die
feelings rejected, increasing pressure bursting fragile seams.

Pain eclipsing sorrow, loneliness, unavoidable emotional rot
continual inconsideration, irrepressible fatigue
lies powerfully thought out, rampant failure in every league
clandestine pleas beneath the surface, impossible to spot.

Deteriorating rationalization, indistinguishable worth
tormented, frightened, far from pleasant
darkness, coldness lingering, cast aside like a peasant
wondering, searching for an identity, lost since birth.

Struggling to forget unspeakable pain
hollow senses, unbelievable emptiness never to be filled
courage forgotten, compassion lost, savagely killed
surrendering life, as tears wash away in the rain.
-Unknown

Nice one there Fury! Powerful indeed...

Okay...got a freaked out one here:

Mental fragility,
Unravelling insanity,
Do you know the pain that I scream.
Constantly fighting,
Eyes of the dying,
Have you seen the horror I've seen.
Conspiracist Theory,
The truths far more scary,
Have you been taken to where I have been.
Sleep invaded,
Scars almost faded,
Do they come for you in your dreams.
Sci-Fi movies,
Don't create bruises,
Theres more to this than there seems.
Reality collapsing,
Planes are attracting,
Soon we shall all see these beings.


- By Me Again

Bravo! Alien, I like it, nice rythmn to it

I once knew a girl from Nantucket...

Robert Burns - A man's a man for a' that

(yes it was written like this)

Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head, an a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by -
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an a' that,
Our toils obscure, an a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine -
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an a' that.
Their tinsel show, an a' that,
The honest man, tho e'er sae poor,
Is king o men for a' that.

Ye see you birkie ca'd 'a lord,'
What struts, an stares, an a' that?
Tho hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a cuif for a' that.
For a' that, an a' that,
His ribband, star, an a' that,
The man o independent mind,
He looks an laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an a' that!
But an honest man's aboon his might -
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, an a' that,
Their dignities, an a' that,
The pith o sense an pride o worth.
Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may
[As come it will for a' that],
That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree an a' that.
For a' that, an a' that,
It's comin yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world, o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that.

Stand back, real literature hits the forum...



Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!

[Edited on 24-6-2003 by William]

Oh Oh Oh, thats my favourite, i even have the recording of that one william.

He was truly twisted....my favorite...The Tell-Tale Heart...

Sod poetry. I like Quotes.

Life's unfairness is not irrevocable; we can help balance the scales for others, if not always for ourselves.
- Hubert H. Humphrey

Fairness is what justice really is.
- Potter Stewart, Associate Justice, US Supreme Court

Human development is a form of chronological unfairness, since late-comers are able to profit by the labors of their predecessors without paying the same price.
- Alexander Herzen.

Isn't that what fairness is? A goal for us to strive for, one of the barometers of the state of our civilisations.

Politicians always talk of creating a 'fair, just and tolerant society' and they talk of creating it because it doesn't exist, but it's exactly the journey towards those goals that creates them, they cannot be handed on a plate.

We need these things to strive for as a race or we'd do bugger all about anything and go nowhere.

They don't exist but we've always wanted them, along with peace, equality, end to hunger etc and I can't help but think that's it deliberate that they don't exist, because Isn't it better for God to give us the notions and Ideals of what could be so that we can acheive them ourselves, bettering ourselves and everyone else in the process?
Nothing is as valued as something you have created yourself.

Life isn't fair, but it could be...

Nice quotes kegs, i think i'll spin quotes into a new topic.

If
by Rudyard Kipling; 1865-1936



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 thought your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters 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 Man, my son!

Here is "fairness" in it's ultimate art form.

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing your life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best,
And.....

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistling]

If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistling]

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...

Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistling]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistling]

Life's a piece of #,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]