Gatsby 0 #1 June 23, 2006 SOLDIER OF FORTUNE I HAVE TRAVELLED THE WORLD FOR ALL OF MY LIFE I'VE NEVER BEEN STILL FOR TOO LONG. THERE ARE THOSE WHO WOULD SAY THAT I'VE SPREAD MYSELF THIN BUT I KNOW THAT HAS NOT BEEN THE CASE. THERE IS NEVER A TRACE THAT COULD MARK WHERE I'VE BEEN FOR I NEVER TAKE WITH ME THINGS THAT RESTRICT ME FROM THE PURPOSE THATS DRIVING ME ON. NO RELICS NO PHOTOS NO MOMENTS IN PRINT NO FROZEN IN TIME THINGS NO NEED TO BE SAD FOR I KNOW THAT THEY HINDER MY CAUSE I TRAVEL THE WORLD WITH THE BAREST ESSENTIALS I GO WITH MY HEART MY SOUL AND MY INSTINCTS MY PASSION FOR PEOPLE AND OH YES MY RIG FOR I SEEK NOT MONEY NOR POWER OR FAME THEY HAVE NEVER INSPIRED MY PURPOSE FOR I'VE SEEN HOW THEY WHITHER AND FADE BY THE WAY WHEN COMPARED WITH THE TREASURES I FAVOUR LOOK INTO MY EYES YOU WILL SEE WHAT I MEAN CAN YOU SEE THAT I'M RICH BEYOND MEASURE I'M A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE TRAINED FROM MY BIRTH TO SEARCH FOR THE ONLY REAL TREASURE YES I HOLD IN MY HEART SUCH INCREDIBLE PEOPLE RARE GEMS FOUND IN HUE PITS OF GRAVEL A COLLECTION OF MAGICAL SOULS I HAVE GATHERED THE RESULT OF A LIFETIME OF TRAVEL EACH ONE HAS INSPIRED MY LIFE IN SOME WAY THEY ARE ALL VERY SPECIAL EACH ONE QUITE UNIQUE THEY WILL LIVE IN MY HEART FOREVER SO I NEVER GET LONELY ITS HARD TO FEEL SAD WHEN THERES ALWAYS A PARTY GOING ON IN MY LAND THE GREAT GATSBY Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest #3 June 24, 2006 I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear... But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous. -- Alan Seeger, killed in action at Belloy-en-Santerre, 1916 mh"The mouse does not know life until it is in the mouth of the cat." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
