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Stuff i wish for, dreams i dream
iggy Posted: Fri Oct 17 06:26:44 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  since a lot of y'all never explored GT, i decided to bring u one of my favourite sections in GT to you...

melted Absolut in a vodka bottle
a popsicle of frozen time
a 3-D picture of thunder
a coffee-mug of crushed diamonds
a Trojan Horse full of M&Ms,
lost illusions in a glass bottle
a fire-breathing wooden dragon
a happy clown
a crystal angel on a motorbike
a sun that never rises
an empty Pandora's Box
a fire that burns underwater
a first kiss in a summer rain
super-glue for a broken heart
a spaceship full of squids
footsteps in the sands of time
a graceful swan of never
a love song for a vampire
an H-bomb to detonate in my skull
wild horses to ride over the hills
a star to hold in my palm
a rear-view mirror to see Hell with
a time capsule from the island of Atlantis
a never-ending story
a silver platter of mice and angry grapes
clean underwear
a banana from the monkey on my back
a second-hand shop that sells dreams and memories
a figurine of Buddha jumping over a wall
a bed of 99 black roses
a molatov cocktail on the rocks
a tattoo of Death doing the Macarena
a near-life experience
a reason not to kill myself
a dream that never ends
a love that never dies an emerald green parachute
five bouquets of tiger lillies and one organic broccoli
a donkey clown pinata full of crickets
a protective gargoyle lifted from the Chartes Cathedral
a strawberry chocolate cake baked in the shape of a question mark
a DNA map drawn up by the Human Genome Project
fistsfuls of sparklers
a refrigerator magnet cast in the likeness of the Dalai Lama
a digitally remastered CD of the Big Bang
the key of life accidentally placed inside a Crackerjack Box
(from Real Astrology)
band-aids that heal everything (Emily Bergkamp)
knowledge in the form of chocolate (stacia)
glittering pristine snow on a rusted can
a giant turtle with a world on it's back
an hourglass to jam in the spokes of the wheel of time
a galaxy in an empty milk carton
ten summoners walking in a field of gold
a backpack that leads to the warehouse of an orange merchant
a rubber ducky on a sea of nails
a diamond moon, containing light from the stars (Eddie Wilson)
eternity in an hour (crowfire)
a diving board into the gene pool (Amber)
a daisy chain that never withers (C. Sizemore)
a solar-powered torchlight (Dave)
a rewind and pause button on life (DragonShade)
a day as a cat (Johanna)
a lifetime supply of oreos and milk (Hayley)
an 'Undo' button for real life actions (Seng)
a heart that streches, but does not break (Gurkie)
an ever-lasting bottle of glowing glacial water (Brede)
a handful of shooting stars (Sam)
the other side of the sky

thanks jase


 
iggy Posted: Fri Oct 17 06:28:04 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  contribute here and then go to the main section of GT, go to the miscellenous plage and u'll see this section.

wish there too


 
Kira Posted: Fri Oct 17 10:28:59 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  A bit of zero gravity in a blue wine bottle.


 
libra Posted: Fri Oct 17 12:40:46 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Someone to tell me that someday, somewhere, everything will be all right


 
SntSaturn Posted: Fri Oct 17 16:00:12 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  things to work out like you plan.


 
FN Posted: Fri Oct 17 17:02:53 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  libra said:
>Someone to tell me that someday, somewhere, everything will be all right


quote from my latest poem "Don't Worry":


But don't worry girl,
It'll be allright;
Someday someone somewhere
will give you love's warmth
throughout winter's night



You can find the full version in my mygt


 
Mesh Posted: Fri Oct 17 17:47:57 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  to be able to finally eat something.


 
baristapro Posted: Fri Oct 17 23:01:50 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  To hold time in my hands


 
FN Posted: Sat Oct 18 04:11:28 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Hypocrite said:
>To hold time in my hands

To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
To hold infinity in the palm of your hands
And eternity in an hour


 
antartica Posted: Sat Oct 18 05:37:12 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  to be happy


 
addi Posted: Sat Oct 18 08:25:19 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  antartica said:
>to be happy

the most elusive dream of all.

__________________________________

Pursue happiness. Misery has no qualms about pursuing you.



 
sweet p Posted: Sat Oct 18 11:37:05 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Christophe said:

>To see a world in a grain of sand
>And heaven in a wild flower
>To hold infinity in the palm of your hands
>And eternity in an hour

That is my most favourite [part of a]poem Christophe! I love Blake.


 
Asswipe Posted: Sat Oct 18 15:24:20 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  alcohol that doesn't chip away at my liver and smokes that don't blacken my lungs


 
SntSaturn Posted: Sat Oct 18 23:58:57 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  a handbook telling me the outcomes of my tough decisions before I make them.


 
Mesh Posted: Sun Oct 19 01:13:06 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  meshuggah said:
>to be able to finally eat something.



I did it, i did eat something for first time in seven days. Hoorah


 
baristapro Posted: Sun Oct 19 09:22:49 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Christophe said:
>Hypocrite said:
>>To hold time in my hands
>
>To see a world in a grain of sand
>And heaven in a wild flower
>To hold infinity in the palm of your hands
>And eternity in an hour

who said this?


 
baristapro Posted: Sun Oct 19 09:26:52 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  addison said:
>antartica said:
>>to be happy
>
>the most elusive dream of all.
>

Just realize that what you want out of life, and what you are going to get will never, ever ever be exactly the same. So live each moment not as if it were your last, but as if it were your first, and in this you will recieve wonder, joy and pain, and everything else that comes with life.
You can be happy if you just don't struggle so much. Look around you and see the pure beauty in everything.

I dunno. It's the only way I keep myself from succumbing completely to depression. Just keeping my head above the water, and trying to realize that everything really is beautiful.


 
iggy Posted: Sun Oct 19 09:53:57 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Hypocrite said:
>Christophe said:
>>Hypocrite said:
>>>To hold time in my hands
>>
>>To see a world in a grain of sand
>>And heaven in a wild flower
>>To hold infinity in the palm of your hands
>>And eternity in an hour
>
>who said this?

william blake


 
iggy Posted: Sun Oct 19 10:00:46 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Auguries of Innocence
by william blake

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.


 
sweet p Posted: Sun Oct 19 17:53:38 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  chanz said:
>Auguries of Innocence
>by william blake

I love I love I love it.


 



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