Armed solely with your imagination
You prepare yourself for conquest
From within the confines of your psyche
You alone control the context
More wondrous than reality
As powerful your thoughts command
Truly fantastic your charge can be
Your every desire at your demand
Gird thy staff!
Cyclic preparation for war
Unhinge your mind
Batten down for more
Emotions run high
Consumed by resolution
Sealing the deal
The act itself your absolution
Teeth clamped tight in force
Moist upon your brow
Your entire body tingles
Guiding forth your prow
Mind's eye supplies the storyline
A rich and colorful tapestry
The victor of every appropriation
Affecting your own causality
Wave after wave of release
Volume above and beyond
For to give unconditionally's fulfilling
Your helmet of suppression donned
To only give pleasure to others
Your animalistic urges contained
Is much more reward than deserved
And often cannot be explained
But when you deny yourself even in dreams
Fantasies which you control
Then multiplied is your pleasure
Exponentially mitigating console
Do unto others as a rule
Expect nothing in return
Ten thousand religions speak it
Not one of them follows in turn
But experience has well taught me
Truer words were never spoken
I live a selfless existence
And my happiness remains unbroken
You prepare yourself for conquest
From within the confines of your psyche
You alone control the context
More wondrous than reality
As powerful your thoughts command
Truly fantastic your charge can be
Your every desire at your demand
Gird thy staff!
Cyclic preparation for war
Unhinge your mind
Batten down for more
Emotions run high
Consumed by resolution
Sealing the deal
The act itself your absolution
Teeth clamped tight in force
Moist upon your brow
Your entire body tingles
Guiding forth your prow
Mind's eye supplies the storyline
A rich and colorful tapestry
The victor of every appropriation
Affecting your own causality
Wave after wave of release
Volume above and beyond
For to give unconditionally's fulfilling
Your helmet of suppression donned
To only give pleasure to others
Your animalistic urges contained
Is much more reward than deserved
And often cannot be explained
But when you deny yourself even in dreams
Fantasies which you control
Then multiplied is your pleasure
Exponentially mitigating console
Do unto others as a rule
Expect nothing in return
Ten thousand religions speak it
Not one of them follows in turn
But experience has well taught me
Truer words were never spoken
I live a selfless existence
And my happiness remains unbroken
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I am not a good storyteller!!!
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Ergo, at some point, if I continue to post poetry at the same rate, there will be comments, mostly off topic of the subject - because the majority of the comments on my non-poetry entries are that way anyway. It makes perfect sense to me.
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So we'll see. If I constanly get comments on LJ and zelch on Xanga, I might stop cross posting. But I don't want to do that until I get my LJ behaving the way I want it to and I don't think that will happen any time soon.
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Why not?
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S2 does not support CSS.
S1 does not support custom comment pages.
I'm not entirely happy with my S1 layout.
I hate my comment pages.
All the current CSS that is on my S1 layout works on both my entries and comment pages on Xanga and is not Xanga specific
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I don't like poetry with very few exceptions: Rober Frost, some Emily Dickinson, a little Shakespear, The Fool's Prayer, If and The Glove and the Lions to name a few.
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In short, I will never give up that account because it would be akin to burning a journal of over three years.
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You said I never had enough interaction with my Xanga audience.
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I'm speechless!
It really is wonderful!
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if we keep this crazy shit up, you're going to have 100+ comments on this entry proving me wrong and they will all be off topic. How sad.
I shall shed one emo tear for you.
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I don't get it.
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