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.
Showing posts with label ShadowDancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ShadowDancer. Show all posts
Thursday, 27 August 2015
Tuesday, 23 June 2015
Maybe I shouldn't listen to songs entitled "Devil Bunnies" whilst writing.
Once, I would have embraced the rays of the sun...
Sadly now, the time has past and those days are done.
For I have forsaken the light and accepted the dark, you see.
To stay shrouded in shadow, wrapped in secrets, and cloaked in mystery.
Biding my time, gathering knowlege, and gaining power,
Staying my hand and watching my steps, awaiting the final hour.
When all will be exposed for what it is, and all souls are laid bare.
Taking sure, proud strides, as the world awakens and becomes aware.
When man realises that things can be settled with more than fists.
Wounds will have time to heal and rage dies in cool, swirling mists.
Acknowledging all they can be and reaching for the distant, shining stars.
Thinking no more of warring, killing, fighting, and making painful scars.
Damien
June 23, 1998
Thursday, 28 May 2015
Despair
Here I lie, wide awake...
Rememb'ring the words I spake.
Are they a real and true memory,
Or a grand delusion inside of me?
Running, stumbling with arms outstretched
Believing truths, too farfetched.
Knowing the decision is hit or miss.
Perched and teetering at the abyss.
One misstep is all it takes,
To be poisoned, tainted, filled with hate.
Lashing out at friends, making them enemies...
Tarnishing the soul with cruel misdeeds.
Down a dark and twisting path,
Living only to vent misplaced wrath.
An easy trip on the way down,
Only to find oneself alone, no one around.
This, a lonely and empty life makes,
Never learning, oft repeating the same mistakes.
Soon true friends are a faded, tarnished memory.
Whilst the pain and sorrow last eternity.
---Damien (ShadowDancer)
---May 28, 1998
---2:20 AM
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Silly
So I'm sitting here at my desk
Putting my brain to an absurd test.
I want to write something pointless
That will show I'm aimlessly aimless.
Yes, I'm quite late into the contest you see
For head is buzzing like a hive of angry bees.
Mt. Dew has turned me mush, holding me on my knees.
I sit and shake, yet I ask "May I have another, please?"
My week has started off on two clumsy, wrong feet.
I was driving along in a rental, strapped firmly in my seat,
When along comes a crazy bat making my involuntary u-turn complete.
The car destroyed as I was on my way to get my own. Isn't that neat?
So I sit here amusing my caffeine filled brain
Churning through thoughts mild to insane....
As I try to pass my day that is quite plain
With my 6 am schedule causing my rear quite a pain.
*bow*
thank you very much.
next, i will attempt to translate some Vogon poetry in a fit of suicidal sillyness.....
Putting my brain to an absurd test.
I want to write something pointless
That will show I'm aimlessly aimless.
Yes, I'm quite late into the contest you see
For head is buzzing like a hive of angry bees.
Mt. Dew has turned me mush, holding me on my knees.
I sit and shake, yet I ask "May I have another, please?"
My week has started off on two clumsy, wrong feet.
I was driving along in a rental, strapped firmly in my seat,
When along comes a crazy bat making my involuntary u-turn complete.
The car destroyed as I was on my way to get my own. Isn't that neat?
So I sit here amusing my caffeine filled brain
Churning through thoughts mild to insane....
As I try to pass my day that is quite plain
With my 6 am schedule causing my rear quite a pain.
*bow*
thank you very much.
next, i will attempt to translate some Vogon poetry in a fit of suicidal sillyness.....
Saturday, 25 October 2014
exactly what is it to be human?
this is something we all try to understand.
many seek the answers deep within the mind.
but to focus only on part is make yourself blind.
there are many parts to constitute the whole.
all of which combine to give us our unique soul.
giving each and every one a perspective like no other.
as we go through our days and lives, who we are, trying to discover.
doing what we can to improve and be our best,
i believe is ultimately humankind's quest.
for we are unique and everchanging,
and we shall constantly be rearranging.
searching to find the best of the light,
correct the wrongs and make things right.
so that one day, all children will see,
a world that exists in cooperation and harmony.
you'll have to forgive. i just wrote this up as i was posting.
the muse struck while i was in a slightly philosophical mood. ;)
Monday, 13 October 2014
I will often try my best,
To make a hilarious jest,
But often too late realize,
It was something kinky in disguise.
Then I turn quite red from the blush,
And hope the kilt won't blow up and show my tush,
As I run from the room to grab another drink,
To loosen up the knots and work out the kinks.
Too often stating the first thing on my mind,
Even when it is a comment about a ladies behind.
Therefore leaving a red mark from my being slapped,
Before I somehow convince them to sit in my lap.
;) Sorry. You said I was sometimes perverse.
Now I'm just being silly. =
Monday, 6 October 2014
I know ones who can make honeyed wine.
A nectar of the gods, truly divine.
Setting a table, filling the cup,
On fine meats, fruits, and cheeses we shall sup.
After each hearty bite that we partake,
With a large draught, our thirst we shall slake.
As we celebrate the passing Armageddon Feast,
We shall be generous and even spare the geese.
Even though they give me the creeps,
I shall bring a box of small, blue peeps.
Raising my cup high o'erhead in a toast,
To the Villagers, may we always stay close.
ShadowDancer Weilder of the Mighty Penn and Slayer of the Fearsome Teller. ;)
Thursday, 25 September 2014
A question for our good friend, Ymir.
To submit a poem, do we have to post here?
I could post what I've got,
Which is indeed, quite a lot.
Don't want to be a pain in the rear,
So should I include plenty o' beer?
For I would be most distraught,
If what I post was for aught.
And if you include directions,
I can send sugary confections,
To make the villagers hyper,
And enjoy putting Grim in a diaper.
While making him look at his reflection,
As he is hit with massive rejection.
And we rejoice to music of a piper,
But not Xamphir, or I will be a sniper.
;)
*suddenly siezed by a twitching lip*
why thank ya. thank ya very much.
uh-huh.
*lip stops twitching*
Uh-what just happened there?
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