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THE REMEMBRANCE by Jeffrey Erkhart Day by day as we go on Except for this particular day we stand in awe The sacrifices that our heroes made One those horrible and shocking days We lower our flags out of respect for the ones who gave Their lives on those sad and tragic days Here it is once again A day of tears and sorrow for our fallen friends But through it all we stand strong With our heroes who died and gave their all

A creative and informative insight into a subject many of us struggle to understand.

I miss my dog I thought I missed the girlfriend So I came in here to mend We were best friends right until the end No I don't mean the friggin ex I miss man's best friend I miss that mutt But I don't miss the peeing and chewing All that expensive furniture ruined And the bites and the hisses No I don't mean the darn dog i mean the ex missus I miss the pooch But I lost custody battle When the ex threw out her rattle And other toys out of the pram Now they're both gone I only miss that dog Sam

Hey Joe, where are you now? Your spirit lives in a thousand kids Clash city rocker comes marching home again He's coming by bus or underground Life seemed much sweeter when you were around Hey Joe, where are you now? Your spirit lives for a thousand years London Calling to the faraway towns Sandanista, Nicaragua, the C.I.A. clampdown You'd Know Your Rights when Joe was around Hey Joe this is radio clash on pirate satellite Up and down the Westway, in and out the lights Now Joe says don't use the rules, they're for the fools And have a drink on me But go easy, step lightly.. and Stay Free Joe Strummer R.I.P. 1952 - 2002

By the moon and star of ethereal light A solo Harbinger rides through the night This sombre horseman's sempiternal quest For ultimate peace and panacea To seek the means in dominions near and far For the incipient end of all Conflict and War Kings and Queens and Generals learn surreptitiously From servants and mercenaries, of a foolish ephiphany For ineffable peace, for calm and serenity On their own beleaguered war-torn territories The War Pigs laughter turns to outrage and anger And murderous demands for the nemisis rider The mysterious horseman pursues his ebullient mission Erstwhile the Generals plot to thwart his ambition The rider more resolute to aggress his dream to fruitition An assemblage of Armies push to frontline position Five thousand men encircle the solitary figure Abiding their orders to compress the trigger In the field five thousand bodies are burning Evocative warning, as the War Machine stops turning The insouciance horseman rides further and farther Unearthing the hideaways of the Generals, and Queens and Kings His true self revealed to the War Pigs cowerings Satan laughing and spreads his wings Oh Lord Yeah! Edit: A nod to Sabbath, Lord Strummer and modern war pigs everywhere

The poem is about baby Jesus.. at Christmas away in a manger, he discovers rock'n'roll and forms Whitesnake, and is living the rock'n'roll dream. Groupies and sticking stuff up the nose. He gets addicted to the narcotic Efron, chillaxing in his mancave, hallucinating about a roaming horseman, his dealer. The dealer stops roaming, full of pain and impossible sadness. He has a nervous breakdown in the hotel room just before a live gig, and then OD's. Bob Hoskins kicks the door in, followed my the medics and try to revive him. To the soundtrack of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. By this time he's trippin' off his t*ts, imagining Bob Hoskins as the non roaming horseman, and the hawk is Satan, with dove in his mouth. Now someone needs to write the next line I thought you would have guessed what it's about : )

The poem is about baby Jesus.. at Christmas away in a manger, he discovers rock'n'roll and forms Whitesnake, and is living the rock'n'roll dream. Groupies and sticking stuff up the nose. He gets addicted to the narcotic Efron, chillaxing in his mancave, hallucinating about a roaming horseman, his dealer. The dealer stops roaming, full of pain and impossible sadness. He has a nervous breakdown in the hotel room just before a live gig, and then OD's. Bob Hoskins kicks the door in, followed my the medics and try to revive him. To the soundtrack of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. By this time he's trippin' off his t*ts, imagining Bob Hoskins as the non roaming horseman, and the hawk is Satan, with dove in his mouth. Now someone needs to write the next line I thought you would have guessed what it's about

You cheeky bugger, thats f*cked the whole thing up! My poetry in motion - screwed... you ain't nothing but a hound dog ...crying all the time. I know It's only Rock'n'Roll, but I like it.. because God gave Rock'n'Roll to ya, Rock'n'Roll to ya.. 1 2 3 4... 4o'clock Rock.. 5 6 7 8 I'll just get my Shawaddywaddy coat and brothels creeps

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky I am all sad and wondering why It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return Before the cows come home and this day adjourns Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams For nowhere in your rolling slumber can the endless horseman find his home Full of pain and impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love

Dark, sad and beautiful. Thank you Butters

I like that. Sounds like a great place to be. Or to just 'be' Perhaps drop the 'norm', or replace with 'customs'

Finally !!! I am now getting over you and healing nicely, and its gathering momentum! What a fantastic feeling. Only a little while ago i thought i would be stuck in the dark place forever. But not now! You were very cruel when we were together. The words you used about me were beyond human decency. I HAVE NEVER BEEN TALKED TO LIKE THAT BY ANYONE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE- EVER. I still can't believe it now. And how cold your heart was when we finished. What a lucky escape! User and abuser. Now i am stronger, and i see light away from your darkness. You can wallow in your own misery now- instead of trying to do that to me. I wish you happiness but knowing your expectations and how you treat people, even your own family, i'm not so sure you will find it. But now i don't care.