Re: where did everyone go?

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:30 pm

DeviAngel wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:You bet. Italians are the true fans and only Pino x Antonio x Me are true fans.

You heard it here first.

and u heard it here 2nd stop it

Stop what...

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:32 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:
DeviAngel wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:You bet. Italians are the true fans and only Pino x Antonio x Me are true fans.

You heard it here first.

and u heard it here 2nd stop it

Stop what...

calling people F A K E fans and so on....

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:34 pm

elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
DeviAngel wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:You bet. Italians are the true fans and only Pino x Antonio x Me are true fans.

You heard it here first.

and u heard it here 2nd stop it

Stop what...

calling people F A K E fans and so on....

Neal told me it was not against the rules to do so. Neither is saying one bandwagons.

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:36 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
DeviAngel wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:You bet. Italians are the true fans and only Pino x Antonio x Me are true fans.

You heard it here first.

and u heard it here 2nd stop it

Stop what...

calling people F A K E fans and so on....

Neal told me it was not against the rules to do so. Neither is saying one bandwagons.

still doesn't bode well in its use or its perceived premise...

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:38 pm

It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:54 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:05 pm

elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx. Smile

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:12 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx.

do you allow me to do me?

is that a jeer intended to dare me?

when the rains have finished pelting me

one drop of it shall withhold your four lines, come once again better at me.

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:15 pm

elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx.

do you allow me to do me?

is that a jeer intended to dare me?

when the rains have finished pelting me

one drop of it shall withhold the four lines, come once again better at me.

I but am the force of nature reigning down on you,
thundercloud of lightning waters that which has yet to be renewed,
paradox of horror and new beginning, my heart is torn between the two,
but now, only now has the feeling of victory been graciously spewed.

Notice the ABAB rhyme scheme. #getatmeson.

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:24 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx.

do you allow me to do me?

is that a jeer intended to dare me?

when the rains have finished pelting me

one drop of it shall withhold the four lines, come once again better at me.

I but am the force of nature reigning down on you,
thundercloud of lightning waters that which has yet to be renewed,
paradox of horror and new beginning, my heart is torn between the two,
but now, only now has the feeling of victory been graciously spewed.

Notice the ABAB rhyme scheme. #getatmeson.

oh subtle one get a life

u speak as of a man of spick and span

where upon you the moon shines with disdain

I have awoken in you a rhythmic rife

u type as one enchanted with no plan

incomparable to my poetic longevity life as of the rangers of the Dunedain

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:36 pm

elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx.

do you allow me to do me?

is that a jeer intended to dare me?

when the rains have finished pelting me

one drop of it shall withhold the four lines, come once again better at me.

I but am the force of nature reigning down on you,
thundercloud of lightning waters that which has yet to be renewed,
paradox of horror and new beginning, my heart is torn between the two,
but now, only now has the feeling of victory been graciously spewed.

Notice the ABAB rhyme scheme. #getatmeson.

oh subtle one get a life

u speak as of a man of spick and span

where upon you the mood shines with disadain

I have awoken in you a rhythmic rife

u type as one enchanted with no plan

incomparable to my poetic longevity life as of the ranger of the Dunedain

Words spoken so harshly, but they have but fallen upon soft ears,
left only to echo along streets unfilled, the lyre of sentiment remains unstrung,
but where, oh where does such an instrument lie ? Be it celestial, sweet music from above?
I do not mean to be forsworn to this belief for doing so would be dire,
yet the immaculate nature from which I bore has once more eclipsed unto thy self.

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:46 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx.

do you allow me to do me?

is that a jeer intended to dare me?

when the rains have finished pelting me

one drop of it shall withhold the four lines, come once again better at me.

I but am the force of nature reigning down on you,
thundercloud of lightning waters that which has yet to be renewed,
paradox of horror and new beginning, my heart is torn between the two,
but now, only now has the feeling of victory been graciously spewed.

Notice the ABAB rhyme scheme. #getatmeson.

oh subtle one get a life

u speak as of a man of spick and span

where upon you the mood shines with disadain

I have awoken in you a rhythmic rife

u type as one enchanted with no plan

incomparable to my poetic longevity life as of the ranger of the Dunedain

Words spoken so harshly, but they have but fallen upon soft ears,
left only to echo along streets unfilled, the lyre of sentiment remains unstrung,
but where, oh where does such an instrument lie ? Be it celestial, sweet music from above?
I do not mean to be forsworn to this belief for doing so would be dire,
yet the immaculate nature from which I bore has once more eclipsed unto thy self.

tell me of this book of which u refer to

of whose help u have made a poetic make-up do.

of the challenge I profess u cannot handle,

yet with this help u seem to be a flaming candle.

Light up that darkness from your rhyming nothingness,

many of my poetic foes fell before me feigning hungriness.

But I am sure a little rhyme to you might seem poetic,

here is a little food to help keep you egoistic.

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:01 pm

elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:
elmystique wrote:
JuvenelCuore wrote:It was satire. I am a poetic genius.

A poetic genius should know what is right

of what to say when it is even night.

Not of words intended to poke,

which unhinges flames when it is spoke.

[there u go, a little something to ponder from my own reservoir]

What in this world has ever been correct ?
...nothing is my answer so you would suspect,
but in retrospect what I make is true call it my reality,
do me a favor and do you, and allow me to do me.

kkthx.

do you allow me to do me?

is that a jeer intended to dare me?

when the rains have finished pelting me

one drop of it shall withhold the four lines, come once again better at me.

I but am the force of nature reigning down on you,
thundercloud of lightning waters that which has yet to be renewed,
paradox of horror and new beginning, my heart is torn between the two,
but now, only now has the feeling of victory been graciously spewed.

Notice the ABAB rhyme scheme. #getatmeson.

oh subtle one get a life

u speak as of a man of spick and span

where upon you the mood shines with disadain

I have awoken in you a rhythmic rife

u type as one enchanted with no plan

incomparable to my poetic longevity life as of the ranger of the Dunedain

Words spoken so harshly, but they have but fallen upon soft ears,
left only to echo along streets unfilled, the lyre of sentiment remains unstrung,
but where, oh where does such an instrument lie ? Be it celestial, sweet music from above?
I do not mean to be forsworn to this belief for doing so would be dire,
yet the immaculate nature from which I bore has once more eclipsed unto thy self.

tell me of this book of which u refer to

of whose help u have made a poetic make-up do.

of the challenge I profess u cannot handle,

yet with this help u seem to be a flaming candle.

Light up that darkness from your rhyming nothingness,

many of my poetic foes fell before me feigning hungriness.

But I am sure a little rhyme to you might seem poetic,

here is a little food to help keep you egoistic.

Golden voices of the Muse, sing to I on behalf of the divine,
to thou I behold only that credo which can be seen as everpresent,
it is such that I ask why such a mere mortal has been given, by Zeus,
the opportune to dabble in rhetorical prose, such a craft so astray,
but with destitution of such art form remains but a core of impression,
built not on that which is, rather faded not by that which appears to be so.

by JuvenelCuore Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:04 pm

At this point in time, dear readers and admirers, an interval will be called for the poetic minds to rest, just as all great things must do, be it eternal or temporal.

Lamen's Terms: Kwame and I are exhausted as it is nearly 4AM so we will continue this battle tomorrow. Smile

by elm_baraja_shaman Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:07 pm

JuvenelCuore wrote:At this point in time, dear readers and admirers, an interval will be called for the poetic minds to rest, just as all great things must do, be it eternal or temporal.

Lamen's Terms: Kwame and I are exhausted as it is nearly 4AM so we will continue this battle tomorrow.

ok 2morrow it shall be then.... come better prepared son.... bounce

by djfawnz Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:06 pm

why did this die?

too many trolls
too many negative posts
too many discussions
not enough, if ever new ppl join this forums
too many "smart" posts with this stupid icon :coffee:

- From the one who called Devi a Dictator.

by JuvenelCuore Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:56 pm

djfawnz wrote:why did this die?

too many trolls
too many negative posts
too many discussions
not enough, if ever new ppl join this forums
too many "smart" posts with this stupid icon

- From the one who called Devi a Dictator.

So in other words, people did not like what was said and cried about it.

Interesting. :coffee:

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