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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Antispam question: How many total fingers does a human have? Answer: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Erich with an h[/i] [br]Tell me what you think. [b]Seven Days, Seven Nights[/b] Seven days and seven nights Through that the winds have howled The stormy sea that calls my name For that the wind does scowl Inside my empty, silent cell I lay awaiting land For which I'd give eternal life To the gentle kiss of sand Each day past, a memory gone No thoughts upon tomorrow For each day past is one more between The day of sail, my sorrow That which screams my name and scorns My box in which i throttle That which in this box adorns Lined with broken bottles That for which i run astray That for which i run away That which i run until this day That made my blood a curdled gray Stemming from the darkness black His mighty jaw awakens Though his eyes raged for attack And his visions that forsaken The hand of god upon the sun Which crucifies my blindness That which proves to me my loss Does so with its kindness Seven days and seven nights Upon a sea so thick Until the last day through the lost My eyes behold a trick The light it seems in playful peeve Has bent upon the sheet That calls itself horizon That of the forward reef I see now what i hoped for then That which to end my fury And with the last of my waivering might I went upon my duty Upon the mighty shaft, my hand It lay tight upon the Oar And with the strength god gave me not I pull myself to shore And through my fog and thickness dank And through the tears where my hopes sank And to the lines upon this bank For which the ground and sun i drank Though seven nights of fury end And my box has rendered bare My sights now lay on where i stand And the silence that is there Be friend or foe that come to pass My service shan't be rendered My rage is thick, like Judas' blood Though my flesh has since been tendered I fashion quick my scant defense Through prickled bush and cunning sense I learn the sights, feels, sounds and scents And shed the last of innocence Seven days and seven nights Comes round to greet once more That many past my long dead thoughts Since now I've run ashore The memories of my faded past My family i mention The ones that held me in denial In my minds own scant detention The lives of whom were stolen by My own lust for self worth Those who stole my mind right back And banished me to this mirth To my box i entered bare Locked in secrets with my care I once was told to give my share But I thought of that unfair Startled rustling breaks streams of thought Like thunder in the daylight To which i see my own self standing Clear upon my eyesight "Be you friend or foe" I heard him ask Though the words i swore i whispered "I came for solace, not for company Until my death has been administered" I heard myself speak out those words As strong and true as bone But came from me a whispered cry Instead of my mighty tone "What culture, dashed, that be thy friend Bring you to this timely end? That for which I am to send, That for which you cant ammend" "I begged to him to let it end And i begged, come crawling back my friend I begged, like the death cries of a ren But he lost himself in me again" To my surprise my twinly foe Knew that of which i spoke And so he turned his eyes up top To the stars with black sky cloak I saw him draw his sword to strike But my body could not reach And there i let myself be killed On the sands of my own beach They say to you "to thine own self be true", No truer words have been spoken For seven days and seven nights I thought my lies would be my token But those that see me in my death That which i cannot see Witness more than i could bare Askewed, no less, to me Those that see me, sword in hand In my bed, on dryer land Thousand miles from the sand No secluded box that lay unmanned Those that see me now i lay Enternities grasp upon me Tell the tale that i grew mad And slipped solitude around me They'll tell the tale of seven days And seven nights that ended With my own sword through my own heart My torment now is mended Erich w/ an h Erichwanh@yahoo.com <a href="http://www.geocities.com/Erichwanh">The Tim Reynolds Tour and Recording Database</a> [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature.