with a gun in my hands it is as if my hand rests on pandora's box.
I may resist temptation and hold it shut, or once again
i may embrace my fear of fate and take my chances of going down shooting
I've got nothing but respect for my enemies even if I'm willing to kill him
right or wrong all he's doing is fighting for what he believes in
in another time and place we may have even became friends
right at the moment all you can hope for is with the gun in his hands
he resists opening pandora's box
creatures like us can know peace only when we can be self forgiven
and the demons are sleeping
Author's Notes/Comments:
Well I made the 500 mark .. yippy skippy
on one hand it feels like a milestone has been made
on the other it's what the fuck is the big deal ?
You still don't know shit about writing and you're still scared
you still just let them know bits an pieces of who you are
Party Time
.
HAPPY 500TH POEM
DANIEL-59
ANY OLE REASON
FOR A PARTY, I SAY!
TOOTING ONES OWN
HORN OCCASIONALLY
IS THE THING.
NOT TOO SHABBY,
ADMIT IT. HOOPLA
IS FOR THE HOOPLABLE
WHO HAVE ACHIEVED
HOOPLA-ABILITY.
CONGRATS, A FEAT
MANY MAY ENVY.
.
YAAAAAAAA DanDonner!
You are a member of the 500
club. Or, if you like, the
WTF Club. Wheeeeeeee... Membership
irrevocable. You have
arrived and you are welcome.
.
The 1000 club is next.
Get the lead out, time to mount
up and ride.
.
Lady A
09-08-16
956a
.