Your Creations Thread

[ultranet]

Posts your creations.. anything

Poems, sayings, designs anything...

[digweed12]

Never agressive, massive, groovie or depressive just PROGRESSIVE

[hairballxavier]

Progressive towards repressive, fuck me from my money...?

Not so fast Marx bunny, eat my shit drink my honey.

Straight from the Spout...Sucker!

[NoMcW]

thru the haze the bitter steam
of dripping water steeped in caffeine
pulls me from the tangled sheets
another day's charade repeats

I force my box of twisted steel
down arteries rush hour congealed
and pull my daily morning toke
of half-combusted petro smoke

If anyone wants more I'll try to remember the rest.

[Hank]

I’m a model builder of mostly sci-fi and American space craft and launch vehicles.
I recently won a bid on building 7 desk models of the new ARES launch vehicle that’s to replace the shuttle. I also have on loan a few older rockets displayed in the lobby at the planetarium at U.S.F.
I’m making a shuttle from the movie “Armageddon” as a gift for an engineer at Sporian Microsystems in Colorado to kinda keep me in mind for future shelf bids.

[NoMcW]

Pretty cool. Remember, there's no such thing as a free launch.

[Diuretic]

Good one Hank.

[moon]

NoMcW;

thru the haze the bitter steam
of dripping water steeped in caffeine
pulls me from the tangled sheets
another day's charade repeats

I force my box of twisted steel
down arteries rush hour congealed
and pull my daily morning toke
of half-combusted petro smoke

If anyone wants more I'll try to remember the rest.

Yeah, I'll spend my 10,000th post requesting something creative .

[skeptic1]

I did not create a poem but will later do so. In the meantime this poem contrasting 1849 to 2008 gives paise for reflection.
A look back !


From the ladies magazine and album…Jan. 1849.


A Runaway Slaves Farewell ……by Molitor


Hail columbia ! happy land.

For all whose rights are free;

But tyrants rule upon thy strand,

No freedom’s here for me.


The Stars and stripes the white man waves,

And says his country’s free;

But blacks are nothing here but slaves,

‘tis not the land for me.


My boat is manned, my sails are spread,

Blow, winds, for freedom blow,

From slavery’s land we far are fled,

No stars nor stripes we show.


Why was I born with dark-hued skin ?

Why am I made a slave to whites ?

I have a mind, a soul within,

I am a man-have I not rights ?


We all by one great God were made,

To all of us was reason given;

But whites make us a things of trade,

Our dearest ties in twain are riven.


Farewell, inhospitable shores,

Farewell my native land;

Freedom from slavery now is ours,

For we have left Columbia’s strand.

[skeptic1]

My own drummer I’ve been since I was a lad

and all the years of my life

I’m sometimes disturbing and often unnerving

but few would say that I’m bad.


Don’t mind getting older, in fact makes me bolder

and say the things on my mind

When push comes to shove I take off my gloves

and try to deliver in kind.

[TSGracchus]

Hymn to the Dragon Spirit

This mountain top is bare and cold, empty of life, save me
And you in me, my hard and pitiless friend, my savage fire.
Far below, the oblivious ones scamper through their fates,
Fireflies blinking on and off, alive, dead, alive,
And I among them, even as I stand atop this peak,
Equally pointless, equally blind, but for you in me.

You dazzled me that first night, when from the spirit smoke
You came in answer to the call my heart gave to the wind,
All night-blue scales, sinuous flesh, dancing sparks of fire,
Great moon-deep eyes that held my gaze and gave me promises
Of wisdom, secrets, mysteries, dreams, borne upon your wings,
Promises you've kept, with splendid ruthlessness and joy.

We think we want to know, but we do not. The truth is hard,
The heart is soft, and would be gently wrapped in foam of lies.
Soft love lies so. Your love is hard as diamond, sharp as fangs,
Furnace-hot with dragon-fire that banishes the mist
And leaves my soul no hiding place, no refuge from the truth.
Oh, aye! You brought me wisdom! Without pity or remorse.

All men have enemies: there is a truth we'd be denied,
And shadowed by your wings, I'm guarded with a cruelty
That twists my heart from those who would betray or wish me ill,
And when I move to mercy for the undeserving, then
Your burning eye turns upon me instead. Thus have I learned
To feed the Dragon on the blood of foes, and spare my own.

But oh, to soar upon those Dragon-wings into the sky,
My spirit merged with yours, to take my leave of gravity
And float from star to star upon the wind-ways of the mind!
To see the ages spread before me, eyes so full of fire
That naught can hide from me, to see in color in the night
When mortal eyes see only black and white, if see they do!

To breathe the Dragon-fire – yes, breathe it out, oh! That indeed,
But more to breathe it in, to sear away my mortal flesh
And mortal self, incinerating this-is-this and that-
Is-that, until all boundaries are gone, and all is One –
Is None – is once again the primal ab initio
Where hides that Peace we seek, but dare not venture where it is!

These are the gifts you give to me, the gifts you promised me
Those years ago, when in my dazzled youth I called to you
And loved your dreadful beauty and the magic in your eyes.
And though I understand the price now, yet I love you still,
For this is Dragon wisdom: price and purchased good are one,
And it's the paying that's the gift, and it's the gift that pays.

[iamwhatiseem]

Fools cling to status quo
like baby chicks around a cooling brick....
though the benefit is gone...they still remain

[AJG]

Well, I once made a dino rap in the 9th grade and it went something like this...

Roar Roar Roar
I'm a Dinosaur!!

I forget the rest.

[ASAT_Weapon]

Why is there few posts and thread in this board?

[MUNOZ51]

thanks...