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chrisforbes21 02-Aug-12, 21:06	A poem I like poetry and this is a poem I wrote many years ago I like it, its not everyones cup of tea but here are the words, the Poem is called Organised Chaos See the candles glistening light Organised Chaos is what I like You're watching all being destroyed If you are playing with your electronic toys Girls will be girls and boys will be boys Creating chaos causing noise But women are being girls men being boys But they are playing with much bigger toys Creating chaos but causing no noise So you can't find out what they've destroyed I will tell you why I think like this I;ve seen so much that many have missed I've drifted by the wayside I've lived in luxuries lap Don't tell me there is no difference Cause I've been living in the gap The difference in peoples attitude What is pleasure and what is pain But we all join together Playing the wheel of fortunes game The rules ain't always the same It pisses me off when they go and change Now I am not talking about tomorrow I am not even talking about today I am just saying we all have to live this way So if we can dream about the future And the world we live today Can we solve the problem Can men be men and women women And stand up for what is right Chris (sorry for not making the last verse rhyme)
brigadecommander 02-Aug-12, 21:21	i like that very nice Chris!!
chrisforbes21 02-Aug-12, 21:43	This is my poetry corner This one is called "Crystal Evenings" Crystal evenings long ago Twisted winds and sweeping snow Where does history flow Where does this knowledge go Nature shows us where to go Trees reach out as branches grow Compare this to life or mind Amazing how much you will find Why do you think some people Would want to follow a natural path And why do you think Some people will laugh The leaves of the future Are in the roots of the past Don't dismiss these ideas If they seem to vast The spiritual rain forest The life and cures they contain They way they are destroyed Its silenced pain Pictures are just impressions Seeing is believing If you can't see it You don't know its meaning
chrisforbes21 02-Aug-12, 21:53	One last poem This is called the "cosmic path" So so far away The sunrise of another day When the dust settles in The cosmic path begins Gonna travel so far from here Through the window of isolated fear There is a star waiting out there Will not find her if I do not dare And then I found her on the cosmic path And we knew we had to laugh And when you learn about the universe I guess it kinda works that way

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