Ode of Dangerous Dan Mcgrew

I sit here writing of ways to go in death,
I feel her all this time later,
Looking at photos she still takes away my breath.
I steal her memory but for a moment,
And am back with her yet again.
She is more then simply a girl,
Or a one night stand, a fling, or bang.
She is my heart,
And she sets my heart a whril.
But then I am back here,
She is way back there.
What is it fear?
Or do just miss her with out a care?
But I am afraid that I will never,
Never find anyone who will relpace her.
For it's easy without even being clever,
That even murder of misery and misery be,
She has found someone else,
And she has replaced me...

I wait

I wait and wait in waiting,
For an epiphany to come.
I look in the world of dating,
I try in wit, but end up only def and dumb.

I explore artwork,
I search the philosophers mind,
But like a ship, I hit an iceberg,
And of course there are no survivors left, of any kind.

Search for a soul

I search for a soul,
A soul to share with for all of time.
For I have no soul; a soul's shard,
And so I search for another to make me whole.
For someone to by my muse,
And for me to be her bard.

I long to touch her skin,
To taste her lips,
To sleep in with her until noon,
And all the while play with her hair,
And she must allow me to be her stud,
For she will forever be my mare.




ok.. so does anyone have any suggestions for the last two lines... i can't seem to think of anything.

so i finally wrote some more... but it might take me a while to get all of it on here, so heres something to laugh at in the mean time....

After every flight, Quantas pilots fill out a form, called a “gripe sheet,” which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, then the pilots review the gripe sheets right before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor.

Here are some of the actual maintenance complaints submitted by the Qantas’ pilots (as marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (as marked with an S) by the maintenance engineers.

By the way, it is relevant to note that Qantas is the only major airline in the world that has never, ever, had an accident!

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in the cockpit.

S: Something tightened in the cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield.

S: Live bugs on backorder.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.

S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of a leak on the right main landing gear.

S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.

S: DME volume reset to a more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

S: That’s what friction locks are for.

P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.

S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.

S: Suspect you’re right.

P: The number 3 engine is missing.

S: Engine found on right wing after a brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!)

S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.

S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit.

S: Cat installed.

And the best one saved for last……

P: Noise coming from under the instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.

S: Took hammer away from the midget.

One woman to feel for,
One woman to love you even more,
then hundreds ever could,
its this that we live for and should.
And its wake keep true,
for nothing is as vibrent or as defined as when I am talking to you...

We kiss,
And our passion burns,
It kindles in me a love that died before time started,
And in it is my hope of salvation.

We become one in a union of bodies,
And we seek bliss in each others tumbling torrment,
To repair our battered soul,
We batter each other in lust.

This is the our current deepest depth,
For me to find depth in you,
And you to see the depths of me.
We burn and burn and burn,

Till our fire is done.
And then our flame we do not blow out,
But instead seek our own.
And for me to you, I would love our flame to last forever.

WOW... so its been over a week sense i typed anything... I am not sure why. I guess i still need to find insperation... She can be a bitch to find at times... I have taken a..."pots" advise... And sorry pot, i did have alot of fun, but i complicated things and I also hurt a few people... This... This is not good. But whatever... crap happens.