To: MEG33; WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag
HELLO! Is there anybody out there?
288 posted on
11/07/2007 9:28:52 PM PST by
NY Attitude
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To: NY Attitude
I’m here, took some time off to write a poem and smoke a cigar (while their still legal.)
Silent hills frame the small valley below
where autumn touches all with red and gold
a river marked in shades of shimmering blue
and green lands as fall is still so new
here the winds are soft like wine so old
and mysteries are to be found you know
A place where time seems to have slowed its flow
and life is easier as one has time to learn
here the mountain flowers scent the air so soft
far below where mountains so majestic loft
here my heart takes life anew and I yearn
and breathe the life within at last you know
291 posted on
11/07/2007 10:24:38 PM PST by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: NY Attitude; Soaring Feather; WayzataJOHNN; GeekDejure; WVJudyInJupiter; Seadog Bytes; ...
Is there anybody out there?

Hello... hello... hello
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on... come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease the pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax... relax... relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Now can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
Okay... okay... okay
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Now can you stand up... stand up... stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Comfortably Numb (Waters, Gilmour), Pink Floyd
348 posted on
11/08/2007 12:26:56 PM PST by
Lady Jag
(ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,Election '08...of thee I sing,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø)
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