Many Roads
by Alphaville Herald on 04/10/07 at 8:38 am
by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
Over the many roads they travelled
While they were far apart
With many tongues that babbled
And beatings of the heart
The calluses then forming
Protecting feelings, bare
Changing skins and textures,
Their clothing and their hair
And into the pits of Hades
Up the purgatory roads
With gentlemen and ladies,
Furries, bots, and toads
When at last they crashed and tumbled
To where they first began
And one more time she reached out
To feel his trembling hand
Then all the pain and longing
Over many a ragged day
Seemed to melt away like particles
Over ocean misted spray
And they lay and gazed at setting sun
Over water sims reflecting
Not bird nor beast nor ambient sound
Their Avies were detecting
And so the day did pass away
In peaceful presence sighing
Awaiting what would be in store
For two souls reuniting.
copyright (c) 2007 – Kris Dibou – used by the gracious permission of the author.
BigJack
Oct 4th, 2007
Nice take on the experience of SL
Missdrr Alderson
Oct 4th, 2007
Everyone has AIDS!
AIDS AIDS AIDS!
AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS!
Everyone has AIDS!
And so this is the end of our story
And everyone is dead from AIDS
It took from me my best friend
My only true pal
My only bright star (he died of AIDS)
Well I’m gonna march on Washington
Lead the fight and charge the brigades
There’s a hero inside of all of us
I’ll make them see everyone has AIDS
My father (AIDS!)
My sister (AIDS!)
My uncle and my cousin and her best friend (AIDS AIDS AIDS!)
The gays and the straights
And the white and the spades
Everyone has AIDS!
My grandma and my dog ‘ol blue (AIDS AIDS AIDS)
The pope has got it and so do you (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)
C’mon everybody we got quilting to do (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)
We gotta break down these baricades, everyone has
AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS
Nacon
Oct 4th, 2007
when SL Herald gonna stop taking a low grade level poems?
like_ummm
Oct 4th, 2007
i think this poet should embrace the Sylvia Plath Effect.
http://www.apa.org/monitor/nov03/plath.html
AIDS poet – you need to copyright that shit before someone steals it and makes money off of it.
Anonymous
Oct 4th, 2007
It’s really funny to watch the reactions of members of super-conservative religions (in this case Islam, but orthodox Judaism and Mormonism work just fine too) react to SL.
The names have been obscured to protect the innocent.
[21:15] I have found a very big site created by a company which have a virtual world and money..etc..STUPID, those people mush have no life.
[21:16] ?
[21:16] Which site?
[21:16] I can’t remember.
[21:18] Linden Labs?
[21:18] They do fit the whole “failing at life” description.
[21:19] Oh I think yes
[21:19] This is so stupid.
[21:19] Life with the computer 24 ?
[21:19] virtual friends, virtual work…virtual crap
[21:20] This is so sick.
[21:20] Haha.
[21:20] Yeah.
[21:20] Agreed.
[21:20] They made Second Life.
[21:20] Second Life is a steaming pile of crap.
[21:20] And they get money for work there ?!!
[21:20] Yes.
[21:20] called PD
[21:20] Haha.
[21:20] Crap, I feel sick now.
[21:20] You must have a weak stomach then.
[21:21] I don’t know why tons of people go there and work.
[21:21] eh
[21:21] God forbid you ever go *in* that game. You’d turn inside-out.
[21:21]
[21:21] Here’s the thing.
[21:21] There is even virtual …ummmm… you know
[21:22] Second Life is touted as a kind of alternate universe, but in reality
[21:22] it’s just a sex simulator.
[21:22] * 2 disgustes
[21:22] Who the heck is the boss of this stupid company ??
[21:23] He must be sick too.
[21:23] Well, they didn’t make the sex stuff.
[21:23] They let the players make things.
[21:23] Whatever.
[21:23] And some of the players made digital penises.
[21:23] Darn that.
[21:23] Heh.
[21:23] How sick
[21:23] Oh stop yro
[21:24] 1*
[21:24] Stop telling you how bad that game is?
[21:24] Yeah
[21:24] rotten .
[21:24] Rotten thin.g
[21:25] I wish someone could hack the company, deletes everything and every account plus deletes all the sick virtual money.
[21:27] Haha.
Bladentastic
Oct 4th, 2007
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Angel
Oct 8th, 2007
Damn, and here I though “Last Poem” (http://www.secondlifeherald.com/slh/2007/09/last-poem.html) was in fact gunna be Kris’ Last Poem.
Time for another limerick…
There was an enchanting young bride
Who ate many green apples and died.
The apples fermented
inside the lamented
and made cider inside her inside.