Saturday Rambling For The Bronze
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menomegirlYeah, I know. I said I wouldn't accept another challenge. This is *apparently* one I should NOT have.
Algerina at Bronze-Beta to me:Menomegirl
Neither forgot, nor forgave. Still waiting for the poem. Watching my email. I will devote an entire Poetry Corner to it. I expect you will turn out an epic. Something like Homer's ILLiad. It will detail all of Angel's heroic deeds.
I replied:Algerina-Oh! A challenge! Holy smoking Angel-hate! For the love of Lindsey!
An epic the likes of Homer....describing Angel's heroic deeds?
(crickets are making noise in the silence of my thoughts)
*frowns at Algerina*
Well, hell.
My pen is mightier than my hate. I can do this. I can, I can.
After all, it's not the size that matters.
It's what you do with it.
This is the result. *Not* my best effort. **Pfft!**
Saturday Rambling for the Bronze
He stands on the roof gazing out at the throng
Always looking inward to the things he’s done
Second guessing himself when he’s doing the right thing
Yet never thinks twice when he’s in the wrong
He can’t come out in the heat of the sun
To his bloody past, he can’t help but cling
It calls to the demon like a siren’s song
How much is he going to have to give
Before he’s allowed a life to live?
He’s changed fate any number of ways
In the murky shallow shade of greys
But what most haunts him during the days
Is the exquisite desire inside to want so much
The thing he’s destroyed so often with his touch
But no matter how many lives he’s saved
It’ll never balance the times he’s caved
Yes, he helped the girl he knew from another town
Only to later on let a blue-eyed lawyer down
When he should have turned his life around
Helping the hopeless is what he was supposed to do
Instead he feels he’s only helped turn the screw
The lawyer helped bring his sire back from the dead
In order for Wolfram and Hart to mess with his head
He did a fine thing for the forces of light
Angel saved an unborn child from the forces of might
And now her mother can sleep in peace at night
But then he turned the lock on that door
Who cares if it’s what those lawyers were asking for?
For the fires of passion and despair they did quench
The pair of them produced an odd consequence
Even the Host could not foresee
That lust given into in such a degree
Would arise from the ashes of glee
Now Angel’s hidden the fruit of his loins
And he got paid to do it in coins
As he looked into those blue eyes tonight
He found out he’s not working for the forces of light
He feels like he did once, a long time ago
And he knows he’s been brought really low
He doesn’t want his anger to show
He wishes he could be snide and nasty again
But away from the sphere of his empathic friend
He’s angry as hell at the Powers That Be
He wants to scream, “Look at all you’ve taken away from me!”
Now in the words of his former enemy he’s going to have to believe
How this turn of events came to be, he cannot quite conceive
Also, why should he want to jerk Lindsey away from Eve
And pull the errant lawyer into his own lap?
That’s just too weird, he’s not thinking about that
He wants to pitch a fit and act like a kid
Of this responsibility, he longs to be rid
Have the Powers That Be abandoned him?
Why are they looking at him like he committed a sin?
How are they going to pull the world back from the brim?
He knows that he must be a realist
But do they think he’s a masochist?
He’s so tired of it all, he just wants to be free
They could use Spike, he’s a limb from the tree
He wants to run away and hide
Just let someone else take their side
Because he’s fed up with this ride
As he looks over LA, he just....
Wishes someone would make him dust
Angel feels a presence standing there
It’s the man of whom he’s become so aware
“If they could undo you only so much, why did you let him rip out your heart?”
The question was thought about, considered, and taken apart
Finally he answered, “Because I gave it to you right from the start.
I was foolish and stupid, just didn’t have the guts
To come right out and tell you I wanted so much.”
The vampire smiled as the truth was revealed
Wondered why Lindsey had kept that concealed
He asked, “Are you going to stay and help me this time?”
Lindsey grinned and said, “I’d like to do that, if you don’t mind.”
You know what? I’m beginning to find
When I have trouble thinking of a word
That my pen is *not* mightier than a sword.
Screw this!
Algerina at Bronze-Beta to me:Menomegirl
Neither forgot, nor forgave. Still waiting for the poem. Watching my email. I will devote an entire Poetry Corner to it. I expect you will turn out an epic. Something like Homer's ILLiad. It will detail all of Angel's heroic deeds.
I replied:Algerina-Oh! A challenge! Holy smoking Angel-hate! For the love of Lindsey!
An epic the likes of Homer....describing Angel's heroic deeds?
(crickets are making noise in the silence of my thoughts)
*frowns at Algerina*
Well, hell.
My pen is mightier than my hate. I can do this. I can, I can.
After all, it's not the size that matters.
It's what you do with it.
This is the result. *Not* my best effort. **Pfft!**
Saturday Rambling for the Bronze
He stands on the roof gazing out at the throng
Always looking inward to the things he’s done
Second guessing himself when he’s doing the right thing
Yet never thinks twice when he’s in the wrong
He can’t come out in the heat of the sun
To his bloody past, he can’t help but cling
It calls to the demon like a siren’s song
How much is he going to have to give
Before he’s allowed a life to live?
He’s changed fate any number of ways
In the murky shallow shade of greys
But what most haunts him during the days
Is the exquisite desire inside to want so much
The thing he’s destroyed so often with his touch
But no matter how many lives he’s saved
It’ll never balance the times he’s caved
Yes, he helped the girl he knew from another town
Only to later on let a blue-eyed lawyer down
When he should have turned his life around
Helping the hopeless is what he was supposed to do
Instead he feels he’s only helped turn the screw
The lawyer helped bring his sire back from the dead
In order for Wolfram and Hart to mess with his head
He did a fine thing for the forces of light
Angel saved an unborn child from the forces of might
And now her mother can sleep in peace at night
But then he turned the lock on that door
Who cares if it’s what those lawyers were asking for?
For the fires of passion and despair they did quench
The pair of them produced an odd consequence
Even the Host could not foresee
That lust given into in such a degree
Would arise from the ashes of glee
Now Angel’s hidden the fruit of his loins
And he got paid to do it in coins
As he looked into those blue eyes tonight
He found out he’s not working for the forces of light
He feels like he did once, a long time ago
And he knows he’s been brought really low
He doesn’t want his anger to show
He wishes he could be snide and nasty again
But away from the sphere of his empathic friend
He’s angry as hell at the Powers That Be
He wants to scream, “Look at all you’ve taken away from me!”
Now in the words of his former enemy he’s going to have to believe
How this turn of events came to be, he cannot quite conceive
Also, why should he want to jerk Lindsey away from Eve
And pull the errant lawyer into his own lap?
That’s just too weird, he’s not thinking about that
He wants to pitch a fit and act like a kid
Of this responsibility, he longs to be rid
Have the Powers That Be abandoned him?
Why are they looking at him like he committed a sin?
How are they going to pull the world back from the brim?
He knows that he must be a realist
But do they think he’s a masochist?
He’s so tired of it all, he just wants to be free
They could use Spike, he’s a limb from the tree
He wants to run away and hide
Just let someone else take their side
Because he’s fed up with this ride
As he looks over LA, he just....
Wishes someone would make him dust
Angel feels a presence standing there
It’s the man of whom he’s become so aware
“If they could undo you only so much, why did you let him rip out your heart?”
The question was thought about, considered, and taken apart
Finally he answered, “Because I gave it to you right from the start.
I was foolish and stupid, just didn’t have the guts
To come right out and tell you I wanted so much.”
The vampire smiled as the truth was revealed
Wondered why Lindsey had kept that concealed
He asked, “Are you going to stay and help me this time?”
Lindsey grinned and said, “I’d like to do that, if you don’t mind.”
You know what? I’m beginning to find
When I have trouble thinking of a word
That my pen is *not* mightier than a sword.
Screw this!
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Angel Lovin'
Date: 2004-04-17 07:12 pm (UTC)Oh sorry - that just sorta slipped out. I love it when you end your writings with positive Angel / Lindsey interaction. Gives me warm fuzzies...*although those could be coming from the Lortabs hmmm....*
Loving it and Loving you!
~huggles~
Re: Angel Lovin'
Date: 2004-04-17 07:31 pm (UTC)This is a poem in praise of Angel? It reminds me of Antony's speech "I come to bury Ceasar not to praise him" LOL
I agree with her. It bites for the subject matter.
Love ya back!
(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-18 01:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-18 06:46 am (UTC)*giggles* I forced myself to stop. I could have kept going.
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Date: 2005-12-23 04:32 am (UTC)Jenna;)