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Sharon007, on 12 August 2011 - 06:16 PM, said:

Ok, thanks for the precision. :-)
(I'm not sure of the word but... --" )

Oh, it's a bit miscellaneous there, I think. :-)

Let's show what I got:

You Are Asia

http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcontinentareyouquiz/asia.jpg

You are driven, brilliant and resourceful. You tend to be thought of as a brain.
You embrace ideas and technology quickly. You like to be on the cutting edge, but you don't forget about the past or tradition.

You are cultured, cosmopolitan, and eclectic. You draw inspiration from many sources.
You are unselfish and motivated by a sense of duty. You work hard because it's the right thing to do, not because you hope to strike it rich.

What Continent Are You?

(whoops, I respawned the topic --" . I'm sorry, I didn't see how old it was :s )

Thank you Phantom. No one of us was able to do, not a single thing, to make he live normally, just few days more. He just couldn't live, he wasn't able to move... :'(

I add a new one, about him... ;) There was a french translation next to it, but I erased it, as... I think it's not useful there. ;)

It's not entitled... I didn't find a good one. :D

Toughly blemished inside,
A month is over now,
What is still yet to come,
When the sorrow is around?

I tried to give in to the death,
Which brought you away ,
But nothing but a rope did answer.

I found out contradictions inside,
But I still can't solve them as I don't,
I don't keep on going further.

I fought against myself to get away,
To succeed to honor your memory,
But I found myself even better, even worse,
Than I did expect.

I wanted to listen to your walk,
Not to be able to sleep at once
At night, but nothing made noise.

Thank you Magic :-) .

(Actually, I wrote this poem three months ago, just after his death. ;) )

I've respawned this topic but... I wrote a little so... I let you see a little piece of my new works.

I start with a sad poem, written after the death of my dog. He was almost 15... :cryin


Again... ====> Une fois encore...

Now that you've joined the clouds,
The time seems empty and long,
As if nobody around would make me enjoy my living,
As if, suddenly, my reason to live would be dust.

I thought you were walking nearby my door,
But when I got out, nobody jumped like you...

Lionhead, swear, swear me,
Swear me you won't forget me,
Swear me you're fine in Heaven,
I still can't take your disappearance.

Tell me, Lion, swear me,
Show you're not forgetting me,
And that you won't forget me,
Till I see you again.

I looked above to see your face glowing in the skies,
But the clouds only gave me rain back,
What's happening to me?

Every time I walk by the hospital you went for the last time,
Tears come inside and roll on my face,
How can I be stronger,
How can life keep going,
When you're not here with me?

Tell me, Lionhead, swear me,
Show you're not forgetting me,
And you keep on forgiving me,
Till I see you again...

Sometimes I fall down on my knees,
What's that heavy life still supposed to bring?
Nothing but a wooden box?

I kissed your box, as if you were still here,
But there was a node inside of my throat,
How can I be stronger, my Lion?

I heard you walking by the door,
Jumping around when I got out,
But nobody was doing this as you did...

Tell me, Lionhead, swear me,
Swear me that you are not forgetting me,
Swear me that you are forgiving me,
And that you keep on loving me,
Till we are together again...



And a longer one, about the environment:


Earth Prayer

I’ve been existing for thousand million years,
Welcomin’ so many entities as I’ve been able to,
Just for thousands of millenniums, bearin’
Everythin’ that might’ve been and will be able to be
In my own breast...

In my own breast there should’ve been no blood-pourin’,
All that might’ve been promised are nothin’ better than wind
Everyone fights everyone, due to empty writin’ on goat skins
And everyone wanna impose their own truth, usin’ iron and blood
Rather than diplomacy and successfully peaceful means.

Thanks to me, everythin’ is now able to be,
I’ve given the more I could
But as less as possible you’re “able” to give
To me you’ve given.

Each entity I create you kill
You do anythin’ for money
Spy for it, kill for it, and brawl for it.
Is that you call “civilization”?

Look at your own reflection
In your silent personal advisor
And see how unfortunately powerful you are.

Just make a motion towards your window,
See things you destroyed in the past,
Feel the pain you lugged behind you.
Just look at the shaved areas by explosions,
Inhabited by weeping people who stare at
People who were close to them…
Is that the fair world you promised?

People make expensive wars
More and more violent,
More and more painful,
More and more useless
To make the others swallow their own truth
As you now do this on gooses.

Tell me how cruel you are, how cruel you deal with me
I’ve been injured due to you so many times,
Now I just can’t take it anymore,
Even if you shrink pressure,
Nothin’ will be the same.

Just make a motion to a shore,
And stare at it. Black cover is everywhere.
Listen to the oil-covered animals, see how
Desperate they are, listen to their tears.
Don’t tell me you’re torn, your excuse is stupid.
There’s a time when words aren’t enough
When you ought to do more …

Just see how powerful you are,
Feel the cruelty you accumulate, that
You ought to use on everythin’, except
Your four-legged and two-legged livin’ mates
They suffer from and because of you.

Just brain, brain about how many people
Died because of one or several others,
They were of excess…

In my depths, in my heights,
Between the trenches and the clouds
Between the deserts and the icecap
There’re animals dying, people getting
More and more sick, they don’t understand
It, they are charged for a bill they don’t have to pay,
In my breast, people are becoming richer and richer
But, forevermore, people are getting poorer and poorer too…

In my depths people fish, but too much fishes are fished…
How am I able to recover from this?
You’re not fishing for leisure and pleasure,
The pleasure of earning money, except.

In my heights, there’re too many stunts,
Not money enough, again and again?
Forevermore, peoples of the skies are falling
As lead enter inside of them, with a huge violent explosion.

I’ve been kicked enough everywhere,
But kickin’ me was too much in big excess
To satisfy your devilish drives,
You’d better dream them and forget,
Whereas million people weren’t enough.

Whenever, wherever, when even the whole
World tell you that you got money enough,
When the more is enough, you just wanna
Bit more than it, you get the more your merit
Ought to get, you crash down with your silly hopes.


I hope you'll enjoy it :)