So, y'know... this is bad... no, really; It is and you know it. But I wrote it late monday night when I couldnt sleep, and its really more excited gibberish than anything... still, I havent written anything for a real long time, so I figured I would let you all see it. ----------------------------------------
Humming with an exciting tension.
Vibrating through you.
Emotion. Instinct. Sensation.
Im humming it too.

Never have I felt this hum,
Like a single note
singing its strum

I hear your eternal sound,
When I hold you, I hear it loud.
It is wonderful, I have found
The thought 'I plucked it' makes me proud

Though I yet feel a different shake.
I still myself and listen;
It is a different sound I make.

Your note, lilting and clear,
My sound, strong and low.
So whenever you are near
A harmonious chord does flow.
-Simon
Sept 6th 2004
Dedicated to Simone

Hopefully some of you were big enough Arsenio Hall fans to get that subject line hehe.

Hopefully some of you were big enough Arsenio Hall fans to get that subject line hehe.
Anyway -

Tightrope

I stand here staring down,
The task before me seems insurmountable.

You urge me to move,
and my foot slides nervously forward.

It finds the end of contentment,
and the beginning of fear.

I hold my arms out,
trying to balance.

A thousand choices rush through me,
most trying to distract me.

Seeking to dislodge me,
from my narrow path.

I inch forward concentrating,
what you’ve taught me keeps me moving.

Then it happens,
a mistake and I stumble.

I seek my balance again,
but failing I fall.

Even as the ground rushes towards me,
I only fear your condemnation.

But just before I land,
you move forward to catch me.

Looking at me with love,
not a scowl of anger.

And you say, “Try again.”

but then again no one cares
people with their cults and hating stares
With their pain and fears
With mass murders and tears
so i think to my self in dread
how they all are already dead
so the truth is no matter how much you scream and yell
you'll never escape you own hell
-laura

this is truly great. i didnt know she had a dark side.

Thoughts running through my head.
about the living, and yes, about the dead.
Thoughts as I lay awake at night,
about this world, and it's current plight.
Thoughts, about how things are,
And how they'll look, in the future so far.
Thoughts, as I read a book,
Do I really care? or don't I give a

Damn.

This would obviously work much better spoken, but that would require effort.
If it were to be performed ever, it would be ideal to have the parts played by an old man and a preteen type person.



'Hayskamp Aymbushed'
'Clockturn bedwise.' He says to me.
'Thinkback risewise,' The man goes on.
'Long time sky flies.' I try to hear
'heavenspecks demise n rise' words not just noises.
'A speck on a speck orbiting speck' meaning eludes me.
crazy old man. 'benighted juvenessence'

The soul burning brightly makes the inaudible sound of existence,
The sound, inaudible is like describing sound to those who are deaf,
as is describing sight to one whom has never seen,
we may never hear or see that which is eternal,
But it still is there.

I have been smitten by a Spider,
My heart has been carried away,
And I constantly long to be beside her.
I lose track of time as it flies away.

She makes my head feel light as a feather
And my soul sings a song long forgotten.
There is an intensity when we are together
That makes me think of her, oh so often.

We find ourselves near addicted
As we crave the times we share.
People stare at me as if I'm afflicted
But I worry not because of the feelings we share.

Damien Ilmonen
August 27, 1999

(This is the reason I'm no longer online as much. You guys have met your match and she is gorgeous.)
Yes, I've fallen in love and I don't want to get up.