Date:	2006-03-04 09:59
Subject:	Poetry of course
Security:	Public
Mood:	thoughtful

Hold it Down
Try sitting on it
or laying down flat on it
Standing on it won't work
maybe if you kneel on it
let's try holding it down
together
If it tries to get away
from one the other can
keep it still
Oh what the hell
Let it go
Let it grow
It's contagious after all
And
... Enthusiasm should be given a chance

©ER Barker

Date:	2006-03-04 09:54
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	indifferent

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adopt your own virtual pet!

Date:	2006-02-06 17:37
Subject:	ummm I don't know
Security:	Public
Mood:	confused
Music:	none

hello, I have too many journals to keep up with them all. sorry, I'll try harder

Date:	2005-02-27 09:53
Subject:	What Kind Of Angel Are You?
Security:	Public
Mood:	ecstatic
Music:	Earth Angel

You are an earth angel! You are always doing
something good for mankind, and even when
you're not, you're thinking about how to
improve yourself and the world! You have to be
the most compassionate being ever!


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You are a Way To Overthink It Fan. You're not dumb,
but this just leads you to spend way too much
time pondering things like the rank structure
on Battlestar Galactica.


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Date:	2005-02-26 19:38
Subject:	Fantasy Tag poetry
Security:	Public
Mood:	listless
Music:	The Cost of Freedom CSNand Y

Elf's Martyr

Sacrificial sojourns
taken for granted
But never taken lightly
By the suicidal few
who stand guard
at the edges of a cause
~
Arrow tips pointed skyward
As if to fling their darts
At an indifferent god
Struck down
At the appointed hour
Their names bespoke no more
~
Martyr Martyr
Where are you sleeping?
Martyr Martyr
Is this in keeping
With the pledges you gave
So freely so gravely?
~
Elf warrior
Make yourself heard
Among the many humans
Who can drown out
Your sacred words
©ER Barker

By Any Other Name

Fellowships birthed and killed
To rid the world
Of toxic souls
To shed the serpants skin
To hush the lord of lies
Your brother may fall
You may wish to give up
But Evil by any other name
is still evil and plays
Its hideous game
Move on
take the weight
wield your pure desires
Face your greatest fears
Your songs will be sung
'Round funereal fires
©ER Barker

Date:	2005-02-12 21:57
Subject:	stuff
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused

I saw the movie Riddick(sp) today, it was good. I need to see the movie Pitch Black too lol
We had Heated tag in the tag room tonight. This is the poem I did:

Romantic Satire
Play with my emotions
Laugh at my tears
Poke fun at my sincerity
But leave the satire
outside the door
when you see me
waiting on the floor
Passion is the ruler
let it guide your hands
Passion is the ruler
Let it guide your lips
Slip down to me
Into my eager arms
Slick sweet tongue sear my skin
Whisper sardonic words
smile at my laugh
heighten my passion
with your fingers' path
Mock romance while we dance
In writhing rhythms
down here on the floor
My body screaming out for more
©ER Barker

Date:	2005-02-10 08:17
Subject:	Sickness
Security:	Public
Mood:	sick
Music:	Suicide is painless

Being sick sucks the big one... I gave up cussing for Lent this year. First thing I did this morning was say the F word hehe. I guess this time it's going to be a bit harder than the last time I did this. I want my mommy! I don't want to be sick, alone in bed with just my plushies to keep me company. I want someone to read to me! :: goes back to bed feeling sorry for herself::

Date:	2005-02-09 19:23
Subject:	More Poetry
Security:	Public
Mood:	thirsty
Music:	Water Fall

This is what I do ::Shrug::

Somber Movement
A small chubby hand held mine
Large eyes looked up at me
Silky hair floated around his head
Like a halo it caught the sun
Casting fire at my eyes
~
I held his hand gently
Looked back at him
My eyes dry but burning
As if a fever possessed me
My throat raw with emotion
~
With great dignity
This tiny child stepped forward
Letting my hand go as he did
He knelt down and tossed the rose
I'd given him out over the open grave
~
After a small wave he rose
Turned back to me
Every movement somber
As if he was much older
Back in place he took my hand
~
©ER Barker

Date:	2004-06-01 20:42
Subject:	I've been neglecting this thing so here's some poetry
Security:	Public
Mood:	blah
Music:	none

here's some recent poetry:

Nearness
Comfortable with your silences
Often still myself
Merry eyes
Peering over the paper
Another cup of coffee shared
Neatly folding back a corner
I lean forward
Opinion to voice
Noticing the lines
Somehow making you more beautiful
How you wear your age
Is amazing to me
Planning on keeping you near
©ER Barker 2004

Demon Moon
Pale silver orb
Hanging in the night sky
Almost full
Nearly fulfilled
Talons grow in anticipation
Orb of the demon horde
Malice will rise tonight
Ima Poet Too: © ER Barker 2004

No One Mourns the Wicked
Shadows warp the vision
As the chanter senses fission
Running up her spine
~
She marked the floor and ceiling
in preperation for this dealing
With a deamon divine
~
Shadows leap and wallow
You can hear her take a swallow
From the vial in her hand
~
The deamon comes a calling
You can hear his bellow falling
on deaf ears throughout the land
~
Her screams are unoticed
her eyes now unfocussed
As he claims her body for his own
~
No one mourns the wicked
Nor the pain she has inflicted
Now that she is well and truly gone
© ER Barker 2004

Date:	2004-03-03 21:09
Subject:	Poetry of Course
Security:	Public
Mood:	busy
Music:	Silence

~~The Great Outdoors~~
My father was an outdoorsman
It kinda makes me laugh
When his father did it
They called it surviving.
~~
My father went on hunting trips
didn't shave for a week
Smelled kina funky
was always proud of his "catches"
~~
Grandpa hunted too
It was a matter of pride
He didn't want to live
off that " Government Relief"
~~
My father taught me how to fish
And I loved the task very much
Feeling the salt spray on my face
Brings back many happy days
Out on the ocean
In the great outdoors
~~
I must confess
My favorite memories
Of being outside
Were those spent with a book
under a tree streamside
Line floating gently

Date:	2004-02-29 21:00
Subject:	Fantasy Saturday
Security:	Public
Mood:	creative
Music:	Keep Your Hand on the Plow sung by Dylan

To Sleep on a Poet's Lap
I watched her struggle
Every breath a battle
Listening with Horified fascination
to her death rattle
When the end was drawing near
I pulled her on my lap
and held her dear
Gave loving gentle strokes
to her soft soft fur
Praying that the pain
wasnt hard to endure
...
Her breath's grew calm
she didn't moan
I felt myself breathing with her
until she was done
The final sleep for my dear cat
Was on this poet's tear stained lap

~~The Vixen's Kiss~~
He lay in slumber
Under a great canopy
Of of forest decorated sky
His dreams were fantastic
If he would wake
He's ask why
~~
She crept up to him
Sly little Vixen
And as he dreamed
She schemed her tricks
Removed his clothes
took his shoes
and comenced
~~
Her touch was like a drug
Her kisses were strong wine
He'd lay upon the forest floor
in ecstasy divine
~~
His bones are there
To this very day
Unless the elements
turned them to dust
And carried them away

~~Shadows and Symbols~~
Shadows dance across her soul
Elongating
Coursing over crevasses
Where scars were applied
With impunity
Disputed
Imunity to sins
Ravages her idealistic
Views
Of a future Hoped for
~~
Symbolistic virgin smile
Prance your purity
In front of the slavering
Male ego once too often
Falling is imminant
Values are fragile at best
Relying heavily on guile
Your throne awaits you.

Date:	2004-02-29 20:50
Subject:	more poetry! whee!
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm
Music:	Into the West from LoTR

~~Crystal Teardrops~~
Moon goddess sweet lady
Gown of stars draped
Over porcelain shoulders
Step into your midnight parlor
Recline upon your cosmic couch
Place pearlescant hand
To ivory breast
~~
Weep
Nay, wail into the night
burst the dam of opal eyes
Spear the tiles with
Your crystal teardrops
For your child, Sol
Is lost to you
~~

Date:	2004-02-14 13:57
Subject:	What Chinese Symbol Are You?
Security:	Public
Mood:	amused
Music:	None

This is what I am:

SPIRIT is your chinese symbol!


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Date:	2004-02-11 17:32
Subject:	Annie's mom
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm
Music:	the airconditioner

The reason I didn't post for all this time is:

Annie's mom died that Saturday I was hosting Dark Satruday. We had her funeral on the 2nd of this month. I spent the week before the funeral helping Annie clean out her mother's apartment.
Things are settling down now, and we are back to work doing the everyday thing.

Date:	2004-02-11 17:21
Subject:	Poetry, what else?
Security:	Public
Mood:	indifferent
Music:	none, I don't care.

~North When the Wind Blows South~
Scent the air
Taste the arctic
Lean northward
Step with care
~~
Taste the snow
Feel the frost
Bundle up
'for chilblains grow
~~
Lean farther north
Hold onto hope
Gather courage
March forth
~~
Step into the wild
Tattered breath lost
In billowing froth
Northbound winter child
~End~

Date:	2004-02-04 15:50
Subject:	~~Where Is My Aura?~~
Security:	Public
Mood:	bitchy
Music:	none

Castaneda used peyote to find his
Ellehrasilla uses her third sight
We all have one
unless we are dead
That's how the heroes in movies
Can tell a vamp from a demon
~~
When you are strong
Your aura is bright
If you are weak it is small and dim
Healthy people have a lot of blue
Happy people have a lot of red and greens
~~
When you search for mine
You may think I'm dead
That's not true
It's been stolen instead
I've looked high and low
I've looked up and below
~~
My only conclusion
by-passing illusion
Querying the muses
Beyond that which confuses
Is... My brother took it
...
Has anyone seen my brother?

Sylvan elf: Some people confuse you with high
elves, which is odd, because you look nothing
alike. Much more earthy and nature-centered,
you tend to be reclusive and a little
xenophobic. You're skin is has an olive-y
green color, your darker hair and eyes
frequently have a green tint too. You are
known for your tracking and hunting skills as
well as your ability to blend in to your
surroundings. You don't live in the woods, you
are part of the woods.


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Date:	2004-01-25 16:59
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	gloomy
Music:	Dead Can Dance, I lie on your grave

You are Severus Snape!


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