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CLARITY

Imagine a beginning

And sure enough, you can,

Imagine an ending

And the end is near

Imagine middle

And discourse will follow.

Be clear with your dreams

Make them sharp

Allow yourself to need

Look beyond the surface

Be clear with your dreams.

If nothing can be trusted

Then you must trust yourself!

Imagine a beginning

And its already begun.

.... Tristan Hobbes

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Dedicated to the lost lives of 9/11

Written February 23, 2002

Copyright 2003, George Charette III

A.K.A SpeedSpectre from Interhogan

work posted at Poetry.com

Who Decides

Who decides, how one's fate ends?

Is it a message that it sends?

How does it know when and where?

A crystal ball in which it may stare?

Does it choose what might be?

Or when we are able to see?

Why must it make us wonder?

In our minds, much like thunder.

When do questions get to be dealt?

Can it feel what we felt?

Within a galaxy and stars it lies.

Hearing all the world's cries.

Never to get that answer we all crave?

Or for all the lives it might save.

For this world is cruel.

As King verse tyrant in a duel.

Deep down there's this fiery spark.

Trying to keep our thoughts in the dark?

So who is this that may decide?

No answer, where does it hide?

 

Everything-- by AdobeH

Everything surprises me,

The look, the taste, the touch

Sunshine, rain like waterfalls

The light, the sound, the call

Funny how you smell the grass but,

Brilliant blooms leave no past

Of fragrant words that bid to you

"Tend to me again" - -

A great or small discovery.

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No Title

It shouldn't have to be this way.

Love, that is.

I open my heart and insert my foot,

~ a brief poem by Angelique Foxx

 

Friendship

Don't walk behind me, I may not lead..

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow...

Just walk beside me and be my friend.       ~~Catey

      

 

 

Beckers Sim

One day I heard a rumor

That my favorite game was coming online

With chat and sims from around the nation

My mind was whirling with the possibilities

I could be someone else

I could be me

I wanted, I waited, and all I saw was coming soon

Then I heard the words that would bring me doom

Beta testing now available

I rushed off to apply

Crossing fingers that I might get in

The day came that my, yes, my beta CD arrived

I ran to my computer and installed

To find that my PC was crud

Oh now what to do?

I sat and whined to my significant other

My sims is to slow and I cannot play

But he decided to make my day

He said use my computer my dear

I ran to the basement indeed

Cold and musky down there it was

I bundled up in the blanket fuzz

Popped in the CD I did

Clicked install and off it went

Pop in disk two it said

Happily I did

Ah finally complete!

There it is The Sims Online

On my screen

I choose to create a sim

Click a city where to live

Not much is open that I see

I choose Test Center

So that I can test

Now for the fun part you see

Is who do I want to be

I scroll through the heads

And then I scroll through the outfits

I pick one out of each

Now for a name

I sit back to think

Do I want my sim to be me?

That'll never do

How can I be someone else

Playing me?

So I sit and think

And finally choose Dusty

Then I click on create

The worst thing happens

I stare in shock

How could this be?

I try again

Still the same thing

I frantically run to the help sections

HELP!! HELP!! HELP!!

I cannot create a sim!

Oh someone please help.

I run back upstairs

Confess my woes to my guy

He pops downstairs to see

What the fuss is about

He does some things

And OMG Im now an official sim!

I sit in the chair in awe

There I am

High up in the sky

Looking at a city so grand

Now let me assure you

This is not where the story ends

Yet where it begins......--Beckers

Poems and other writings collected from TSO players in the city of Interhogan at Ravenstone Nights home of Adobe and Tristan Hobbes.  The works are not to be republished or used in any way.  They are collected here for all to enjoy and read.  Thank you!