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Friday, February 27, 2009
The Fellowship Of The Ring
Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land or Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
It all began with the a hobbit’s tale
Bilbo Baggins from the Bag-End hill
Unlike other of his kin, so easily frail
For a journey of him made him worthy of a tale
Few who have lived till a hundred and eleventies
What more to have an adventure in his fifties
To think of all that pass by swiftly
Yet all those memories seem so clearly
The day came when Bilbo leaves Shire
Full with strength and courage, no tire
This time peacefully, without dangers like fire
Then came to the part that will change Middle Earth’s fate
For darkness crept since the One Ring was made
Slowly rising from the Dead
The evil Dark Lord that everyone hate
The Ring must be destroyed, before it is too late
So came Frodo Baggins, nephew of Bilbo
On a perilous journey, he must go
Swiftly and silently the Dark Lord must not know
To the crack of Mount Doom is the Land Of Shadows
Finally with Strider they reach Rivendell
A dreamlike city where the elves dwell
For all is not seem as well
For darkness creeps near only the wise can tell
Long has been decided about the fate of the Ring
For so easily it corrupts one, such a thing
To make sure all is done to stop Sauron and all his tidings
Thus came to the nine, Fellowship of The Ring
Alas, all good ends so fast
Left one who did not pass
The bridge of Khazad-dum he was last
Battle the Balrog yes he must
Thus he fell with the demon at last
Then came to the final breaking
Boromir tried to take the ring
Ambush by Uruks, a bad timing
Far came the horn of Gondor shrieking
Aragorn found Boromir dying
With Merry and Pippin both caught for diverging
Left Frodo alone the Anduin he’s crossing
Never he thought Samwise Gamgee
Followed him so willingly
Thus broken the fellowship left two only
And towards Mordor they walk blindly
Friday, February 13, 2009
Jp The Bard Of Kunte Forest
Long long time ago
Long before the time even one can follow
Lived a bard, a singing fellow
In the forest of Kunte, a tree which leaves in yellow
Lonely he may find himself
No dwarves, human or elves
But a pack of harmless jackals nearby dwell
Life was bored like the rings of a bell
However life can seem colourful
Even when the feeling seem painful
The bard will sing, his voice the only tool
About kings and the stupid fool
With love and hatred both so full
In the boring room from sun rise
Melodies flow, no one despise
Always longing to find his dream
Which now seems unclear like a muddy stream
When shall he be, the crop of the cream
No one knows, forever it seems
Once he thought of love so well
Never thought so high he fell
For love rose higher from the flames of hell
Up up away, higher than the ringing heaven bells
Once again the bard sings
About the past and future things
Long has he wish to bring
Everything by the voice, he sings, he sings…
Long before the time even one can follow
Lived a bard, a singing fellow
In the forest of Kunte, a tree which leaves in yellow
Lonely he may find himself
No dwarves, human or elves
But a pack of harmless jackals nearby dwell
Life was bored like the rings of a bell
However life can seem colourful
Even when the feeling seem painful
The bard will sing, his voice the only tool
About kings and the stupid fool
With love and hatred both so full
In the boring room from sun rise
Melodies flow, no one despise
Always longing to find his dream
Which now seems unclear like a muddy stream
When shall he be, the crop of the cream
No one knows, forever it seems
Once he thought of love so well
Never thought so high he fell
For love rose higher from the flames of hell
Up up away, higher than the ringing heaven bells
Once again the bard sings
About the past and future things
Long has he wish to bring
Everything by the voice, he sings, he sings…
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Drowning again?
我知道。要比帅,一定输。要比有钱,我也输。要比才华,我只有半桶水。比什么都输。聪明又不够人家聪明。最厉害,就是玩,过后什么都不管。好不负责任。
她,让我感觉什么叫做甜。但多数都是苦,酸。爱她,已到了那个不可能回到甜蜜的感觉。爱,最终都是要靠两方维持。
爱,就犹如一把火。一个人奋不顾身地为那另一半烧又烧。给她温暖,照亮她。但到最后,到了没有燃料的时候,火,也会慢慢灭掉。是对方没有再给于关怀,注意,那些所谓的燃料。一段感情,犹如一把火。从星星之火,燃烧了一片草原,好大,好猛。但最终,火还是会慢慢灭掉。一开始是轰轰烈烈,过后慢慢冷淡,最后冰冷…
好不容易,才放掉那已闷在心里的她,爱她的苦,爱她的痛。也不要说什么好马不吃回头草。我如今的选择,是我最一直以来答应她又做不到她的事。以前,没放下她,是对的。但事到如今,要靠我一个人来弥补之间的感情,是很不公平,很impossible,很不值得牺牲的事。以后的事,以后的我们,以后才来打算。就算没有以后,我也不稀罕。不是没有缘分。是一开始她就选择放弃。如今我也一样而已。
一切,归为回忆…
就在我以为自己已慢慢地游回海岸,那已将我差一点溺死的爱海,又发现,我又慢慢的又再被拖回爱海。这次,是另一个她…
之前的她,是从Impossible 到possible,到almost, 最后是了let go.
这次,也从Impossible 开始。身份,毕竟还不明。彼此的距离,远到…
一个在北,一个在南。
看来,又要慢慢被溺死了…
她,让我感觉什么叫做甜。但多数都是苦,酸。爱她,已到了那个不可能回到甜蜜的感觉。爱,最终都是要靠两方维持。
爱,就犹如一把火。一个人奋不顾身地为那另一半烧又烧。给她温暖,照亮她。但到最后,到了没有燃料的时候,火,也会慢慢灭掉。是对方没有再给于关怀,注意,那些所谓的燃料。一段感情,犹如一把火。从星星之火,燃烧了一片草原,好大,好猛。但最终,火还是会慢慢灭掉。一开始是轰轰烈烈,过后慢慢冷淡,最后冰冷…
好不容易,才放掉那已闷在心里的她,爱她的苦,爱她的痛。也不要说什么好马不吃回头草。我如今的选择,是我最一直以来答应她又做不到她的事。以前,没放下她,是对的。但事到如今,要靠我一个人来弥补之间的感情,是很不公平,很impossible,很不值得牺牲的事。以后的事,以后的我们,以后才来打算。就算没有以后,我也不稀罕。不是没有缘分。是一开始她就选择放弃。如今我也一样而已。
一切,归为回忆…
就在我以为自己已慢慢地游回海岸,那已将我差一点溺死的爱海,又发现,我又慢慢的又再被拖回爱海。这次,是另一个她…
之前的她,是从Impossible 到possible,到almost, 最后是了let go.
这次,也从Impossible 开始。身份,毕竟还不明。彼此的距离,远到…
一个在北,一个在南。
看来,又要慢慢被溺死了…
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