---Guys---

*To one so Confuzzled*
I have heard that knowledge is power,
But in that quest for knowledge many cower.
You, my friend, have stayed firm,
Practice, practice, read and learn.

But there are some times that I must say,
"The books, the pens, put them away!"
For the quest is long and and the way is hard,
And there places that are marred.

So I must tell you that once in a while,
One should ignore the pen and the file.
So for the good of the spirit go,
And learn that there is--
A diffrent way to know.

-DalamarDarklord


*To the OneKnot*
Uniqueness in person as well as name,
Is what we all strive to achieve.
For what is this world if we were all the same?
We would feel lacking, bereived.

Brightness in person, as well as thought,
Is not acheivable by many.
But if this is what is sought,
Simply follow the Single Knot.

-DalamarDarklord


*To the Bird Reborn*
What is death but another life?
But that is a subject that causes much strife,
So we shall speak another time,
Of the mysteries that fill the mind.

A bird of fire has risen agian,
Soon to leave for another plain.
For the bird has decided to leave the nest,
In anticipation exictement, or hope of rest?

-DalamarDarklord

*To a Dread Fruit*
People strive to seize their dreams
And match their reality along the seams.
But so many hold the cloth only in their head,
And when they match the seams,
They are without the thread.

But to those who are ready to sew,
These are the people that really know,
What life has to offer, the opportunities given,
If only those who wanted, would have striven.
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Roley-poley, Boley-only
Fruit of fruits, a species lonely.
Forbidden fruits, the cause of sin,
Dreadful pad with a head of tin.
(added 12/28/02)

-DalamarDarklord

 

*To a Yellow Rose*
The yellow rose sprouts when the day is yet young,
It is a season for laughter, joy, and fun.
But within it all is the constant seeking;
Of love? Of peace? Of secrets worth keeping.
Perhaps 'tis the searching that makes life
For what is the heart, but the balance of strife?

The yellow rose buds as the sun in only rising,
And the rose judges; reshaping, resizing.
Effecting those that wish it be, and those that wish it not.
For even if only 'twas an acquaintance you sought,
It would be a friend that at the end was wrought.

The yellow rose blooms as the day grows bright,
But its pattern of growth is yet in a dark light.
Although without doubt, it can be said,
That it need not fear the future; need not dread.
For in others you are trusted, admired, liked, loved.
And the yellow rose may bloom to be a white dove.
         
-DalamarDarklord
PS:  Not a Page, but you got the longest poem here...


*To an N'gel*
If only I had wings
I would fly all day.

If only I could hear Angels sing,
I would be held in their sway.

If only I could see the stars,
With the view of those above.

If only I could play their harps,
I would conqure even love.

-DalamarDarklord

*To a Dudette*
"[01/01/2003|17:04] Jngldoc: have any advice?"

The day begins with streaks of gold,
And yesterday's morning is retold.
But we are young and the world is old
So why must we follow a pre-made mold? 

Live today but see tomarrow,
And let other's see your sight.
Learn from joy and learn from sorrow.
But hold your vision with all your might.

Accept except when unaccepted,
Then strive in stride to make then see.
But be they blind or unbelieving,
Perhaps it is best to leave them be.

-DalamarDarklord