The Road to Awe is Paved With Pleasure Men

[babybottomfeeder]

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Watch, it has come to my attention that my fairy land of the hand of the hand known as Kevin's Watch has become a stagnant place of back biting and clue claying.

Does it not strike any of you strange that the only activity that is of discussion is about the unethical nature of alts? What happens when this white whale is vanquished? Is it necessary to have two topics about alts?

I say Bish Bosh Tolkein to all this Flops and Tailsism. I joined this forum for hard hitting discussion on life altering matters, not to wishy wash my 30's away in discussions on rules of a forum.

I post poems and stories aplenty, I post wiggly fun pancakes galore
You want topics to discuss? I got dwenty!

But who cares! No big deal! Alts are Rapport!

I want to see creativity flow

I want to read

Read a Fancy Riddle

Walkin' around on those, What do you call them?

Feet.


Pop Along People, let's get our elbows into the Gravy of imagination and start creating works of fiction discussions, yet thought to discuss. I move that you make me a moderator and make a section called The Creativity Fun Discussion. In which we can post an amalgamation of poems, art, politics, religion and so fourth in an unfiltered and ultimately more positive art working environment.

I don't want to see this Website Die but if the popularity of the most mundane of topics is any indication, then I would say R.I.P. To K.W.

Let me lead you into the light the Way Simian Lead His Tired Brother Soldiers, knowing good and well he was up for a court marshall, death and possibly betrayal.

WHO IS WITH ME!

[sgt.null]

Beldame of Death - Mark R Slaughter

A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate –
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!

I slunk along the silent hall
Of ancient ore attired in grime –
Feculent beyond the nose;
No bearing here, nor feel for time.

I shuddered in appreciation –
The ambience would mortify
A feeble mind, aghast, opined
Of murky thought, and typify
The will of Belial err I brought
Upon myself to loathe and dread
Exquisite retribution: to linger
Oftentimes alive, then dead.

Compulsion saw me edging on
Toward a narrow door of oak.
Behind, I knew, a greater evil
Waiting in her fusty cloak.

A choice of nil upon the table;
Aught of leave, I had to face
Alone the shrew – her flaming aura
Angling me; my deep disgrace
From ugly deeds I dealt in life,
A heinous world I honed in glee…

'Now take a crooked path to death,
For I have come to torture thee! '

Out of eyes of orange flame,
A piercing glare, then here it came –
The cackling cry of chanting song:

'You thought you'd die alone in pain
The once – nay nay! you'll die with me,
And so a catch: you'll die again
Ad infinitum - ever be!

Your soul to curse, my heart we'll gore,
Your liver to draw and quarter;
A sadomasochistic pair,
We'll slither together in slaughter! '

I answered only with a scream, from
Sensing near her craving lust.
My crimes to answer; wrongs annul;
Renounce my soul and turn to dust...

On an evening cool and quiet,
Stretch an ear to listen tight –
Are you lucky of a moment –?
Hark! my clarion call of plight.

[babybottomfeeder]

Beldame of Death - Mark R Slaughter

A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate –
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!

I slunk along the silent hall
Of ancient ore attired in grime –
Feculent beyond the nose;
No bearing here, nor feel for time.

I shuddered in appreciation –
The ambience would mortify
A feeble mind, aghast, opined
Of murky thought, and typify
The will of Belial err I brought
Upon myself to loathe and dread
Exquisite retribution: to linger
Oftentimes alive, then dead.

Compulsion saw me edging on
Toward a narrow door of oak.
Behind, I knew, a greater evil
Waiting in her fusty cloak.

A choice of nil upon the table;
Aught of leave, I had to face
Alone the shrew – her flaming aura
Angling me; my deep disgrace
From ugly deeds I dealt in life,
A heinous world I honed in glee…

'Now take a crooked path to death,
For I have come to torture thee! '

Out of eyes of orange flame,
A piercing glare, then here it came –
The cackling cry of chanting song:

'You thought you'd die alone in pain
The once – nay nay! you'll die with me,
And so a catch: you'll die again
Ad infinitum - ever be!

Your soul to curse, my heart we'll gore,
Your liver to draw and quarter;
A sadomasochistic pair,
We'll slither together in slaughter! '

I answered only with a scream, from
Sensing near her craving lust.
My crimes to answer; wrongs annul;
Renounce my soul and turn to dust...

On an evening cool and quiet,
Stretch an ear to listen tight –
Are you lucky of a moment –?
Hark! my clarion call of plight.

Goddess of Life: A Dialectical Approach to Poetry

A vision: alook a live Lepidoptera
Contracting eternally an eating plate –
Oh! that others be meurta
With such as me for butterfly great!

I strolled along the noisy room
Of new ore attired in clean –
Honorable beyond the nose;
A bearing here, A feel for time.

I quiver in appreciation –
The ambience would fortify
A powerful mind, alight, factual
Of crisp thought, and rarefy
The need of Belial perfected I took
Upon myself to enjoy and excite
Dull crime: to fade
Oftentimes dead, then alive.

Determination saw me edging off
Toward a broad door of pine.
Behind, I guessed, a greater love
Waiting with her lilac wine.

The choice of infinity upon the floor;
That of stay, I never to oppose
Together the doe – her calming aura
Directing me; my shallow pride.
From beautiful inaction I dealt in death,
A pious void I blunted in melancholy…

'Now give a straight wilderness to life,
For I have gone to heal myself! '

Into mouths of purple ice,
A bouncing gloom, then there it went –
The cherubic song of clipping silent:

'I excogitate I'd live together in pleasure
The twice – yay yay! I'll thrive with you,
And so a release: I'll live never
Numquam - never discontinue!

My body to bless, Your mind they'll reconcile,
My stomach to press and call together;
A meliorated original,
They'll stride alone in laughter! '

You questioned only with a laugh, for
Knowing far her quenched apathy.
Your triumphs to question; rights commenced;
Allow your body and turn to flesh...

On a morning hot and busy,
Close a mouth to smell airy –
Am I misfortunate of an eternity –?
Hush! your noiseless receiving of beauty.

[sgt.null]

Gravity

Gravity,
Gravity,
All the things,
You do for me,
You're the force,
That holds me down,
Make sure I never,
Leave the ground!

But when I fall,
Not what I need,
You pull me down,
With too much speed!
32-feet,
Per-second-squared,
I'm falling fast,
And feeling scared!

[aliantha]

You are trying my patience sorely, BBF.

I thought you and D***d weren't speaking any more. How, then, did he get hold of the picture in your post? He put it on his Facebook page.

The third option in your poll, which you forgot to mention, is to ban you for the Internet troll you are, thereby restoring peace to the Watch. I'm locking this thread now. And if you start another one of these bogus threads here, I'll delete it.

Go wreak havoc in somebody else's forum.