”The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is. “ Winston Churchill You Lost Me There By: Noah Eaton 3/3/03 Demur, all a sudden, she don’t seem so dangerous So release that chain on her this instant If idealism is still the toga of choice for our gentlemen Then are they really perceiving or are they just dreaming? What a tragedy to be out of society Where Oscar Wilde seems to be suddenly While all the actors and spectators are over at Starbucks Receiving Tazo blends in exchange for sanity Independence…well, that’s still middle class blasphemy If you prove me wrong, then what is this you read? And we’re all overlooking this comedy Not realizing we’re in costume for this tragedy Buddha says “ennui makes more gamblers than avarice, More drunkards than thirst, more suicide than despair” And I see the doppelgangers lying dead in the water Before the protest singer even gets to have his share… So, mister, you lost me there All this time, I was over there Or could it be that you simply don’t care Because I’m not paying the round fare So, mister, you lost me there All this time, I was over there Or could it be that you simply don’t care Because I’m not paying the round fare Seems now you’re already through with Langston Hughes I’ve dreamt, I’ve dreamed, alas my sun won’t shine chartreuse Does ever exist a king that won’t connive? And enunciate those syllables that govern us without contrive? Where exists the competent portraitist? Where Edmund Burke can breathe a perennial spring free of falsehood? While the ivy is growing all around his tomb Grows all around the alabaster walls Games over, time up, BOOM! So when did common sense become so common, all of a sudden When the avalanche crashes, when will a snowflake feel responsible And make a confession? While Voltaire is drifting in mid-air, bare, Impatiently debonair? And “unity can only be manifested by the binary” Where that and the idea are already married Yet you disregard Saussure, with your points being arbitrary Bearing only the simulacrum of this documentary Ignore the diachronic approach and play Syncchronic Pictionary And you lose your turn, your charge is parried So, mister, you lost me there All this time, I was over there Or could it be that you simply don’t care Because I’m not paying the round fare So, mister, you lost me there All this time, I was over there Or could it be that you simply don’t care Because I’m not paying the round fare Ah yes, “the coward only threatens when he is safe” And we’re the tourists in the jungle, where the lion’s free of his cage Von Goethe, fly home, you must protect your abode Until the soil is rich of meaning again and the earth won’t erode Is this toleration good for you all? When the acid reflux hasn’t been outdated? And the fashionable consensus still looks dirty to the housekeeper’s eye Where even the yellow curtains seem violated I believe “daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward” But why all these adjournments? What’s with all these underpromotions? Must we read this game in algebraic notation? And while God is giving all the annotation Is he joining us all in commiseration? While the impediments of justice play in hypermodern Forcing the gambits to make a stand to a freedom post-mortem Leaving their own souls and prima donnas en prise J’adoube, make the move, putting a life at bay While we are all together playing in this open game Playing to avoid the infamous smothered mate Come to think of it, this game is starting to get old Can’t we play peace together as allies Or let me guess, for you it’s too late, is that so? So, mister, you lost me there All this time, I was over there Or could it be that you simply don’t care Because I’m not paying the round fare So, mister, you lost me there All this time, I was over there Or could it be that you simply don’t care Because I’m not paying the round fare… If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and try again If you need help, hang up And then re-dial your operator... If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and try again If you need help, hang up And then re-dial your operator... “Stand upright, speak thy thoughts, declare The truth thou hast, that all may share; Be bold, proclaim it everywhere: They only live who dare.” Voltaire

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (03-03-2003 04:26 PM).]

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Wow!! What a write! Congratulations on another milestone Noah!!! hugs, Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....
                  
                       -Emily Dickinson

Cold hands means a warm heart

always treat others the way you want to be treated
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