write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

somehow the xxxxx forum, with those trolls and their writing style had flashed back in the goblin's mind his school days, simply the goblin remembered the time when he had turned up at some bible reading session at the bequest of his then girlfriend, who, like all girlfriends of the time, probably saw their boyfriend as some cross between one's shopping accessory and one's very own pet man friday, not that the goblin minded nor understood any of that, he was after all, besotted, desperate, or both, only that the moment the bible itself was ceremoniously passed to him to read in his turn he realized that he couldn't see the actual words for something he had smoked the night before, so out came those improvised words "sorry, I am a dyslexic but this is a cross that he hath given me to bear here everyone hallelujah" as the goblin then passed the bible to the next person in the now somewhat jaw dropped line of bible readers, and perhaps those dilated pupils too probably gave the game away too, so it was little wonder that she, there and then, dumped the heartbroken goblin to make her conquests elsewhere, just that the goblin, for his part, had never smoked after that, pity

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[fleamailman]

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the goblin understood, that just being with other people meant compromise, so, while he was with them, he settled for that adjective "happy" to go with each festival in turn, that is, with them happy halloween, or happy thanksgiving, christmas, or easter then, and yet, when the goblin was alone by himself he wanted something deeper where halloween actually meant "goodbye", or thanksgiving meant "gratitude", or christmas meant "giving on" and easter meant "arrival", explaining "...yes, finding depth is what my life is really about, and although I live in dailylife, I feel I should reach beyond its surface, where perhaps these seasonal rituals are tools, so to speak, to help one gain depth then..."

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[fleamailman]

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the goblin heads for work this morning and notes two ravens who are bullying to death a fledgling starling turned on its back and fighting noisily for its life, the goblin instinctively walks up and breaks the fight and then walks off leaving nature to run its cruel course perhaps, but the goblin also knew too that if this bird survived it would be smarter than a bird who hadn't gone through that experience “...in defeat don't lose the lesson too...” the goblin seemed to say to the bird in a parting glance, that was life then

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[brinny]

sounds like the baby bird was helpless.......maybe needed a refuge? What would you want to happen if you happened to be that baby bird? *brinny wonders if her intense disdain for bullies is evident*

 

[Forge3]

Love you guys

 

[brinny]

Awwwwww...love you too, poet in da house

 

[Forge3]

Awwwwww...love you too, poet in da house

You say Poet in da house
But I am a little mouse
My weakness needs no reward
My littleness magnifies the Lord.

 

[brinny]

Amen thou art right
for when we are diminished
we are set free
and it is His power
that we see.

 

[fleamailman]

("...yes, we're having fun here..." went the goblin, adding "...keep me company then, for we have readers to encourage to post now...")

repost from elsewhere

the goblin's heart was like a plant that gets broken in two and flung to the ground, "...ah but two hearts will grow back though..." he promised, and in fact, he didn't know how many hearts he had by now, nor did he regret having his heart broken too, no, it seems he only regretted not having had his heart broken more often for he had known love by it

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[Forge3]

Amen thou art right
for when we are diminished
we are set free
and it is His power
that we see.

Nice!

I love anything that praises God. I will come back later to write a poem about holy service

 

[brinny]

I love praises to God too. He inhabits our praises

 

[brinny]

*still pondering the baby bird*

 

[brinny]

*random and totally spontaneous mind-play time*

Wheeeeeee!

[pong]

[/pong]

 

[brinny]

hee hee

 

[brinny]

The Door

Its name is enchantment
it betrays
its intents are evil
it's an alluring 'shadow'
a 'corpse' in disguise
a lie
oh sweet, deception
are the words,
flattery to the nth degree
leading to a pit,
unseen till it's too late
till all that is left
is gut-wrenching
bitterness
tears of regret
wailings of depair
a wanting to die
yet it comes not
and dwell there
thee must
in a writhing pit of hell
for eternity
with the piercing knowledge
that it was thee
that put thee there
for it was thee
that opened the door.

 

[fleamailman]

("...very good, like that..." went the goblin)

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"...so greece now receives a bailout of 80billion dollars form the IMF, and yet it's deficit of 150% to GDP is about 1.5 trillion dollars here, meaning that that 80billion only pays the interest due on ongoing debt..." mentioned the goblin again noting that nothing has actually been solved by it, everything is merely shelved till later, so this then is our debt crisis in action, simply time and time again some deferment is given out to be an actual solution where in reality it is but a stop gap measure here, adding "...think of the titanic then, yes europe might look like the upper deck here, but in reality those debts are flooding in on all levels, with an america that can't contain its federal reserve from all that financial expediency together with a europe on the never never now, yes it's just a ship of fools if ever there was one on an ocean of debt..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from "introductions" sections, the "from incredible india" thread

Just wanted to say a big "hi" to everyone here

"...you're most welcome to here then..." replied the goblin not knowing if they actually had goblins in india, though he wouldn't be a bit surprised if they did, mind you too, what with so much on this forumland differing form its real life counterpart anyway, nothing seemed beyond imagination now, continuing "...look, I really don't want you to put off by admitting that there are writertypes on this forum now, no there are but it's nothing to worry about, promise, you just have to stay calm and imagine what you would do if you ever came across a three toed sloth sitting on your chair slowing typing away at your keyboard, drinking your coffee too, yes that's right, you simply ring up the RSPCW for it's safe removal now, well that's what they're there for I am told...", in fact, the goblin imagined too, that, what with evident ongoing loss of their natural publishing habitat, three toed sloths, potted plants, and other sorts of writertypes too, would increasingly been seen wandering into forumland now, whereupon the goblin explained "...just it seems more humane to have them neatly tucked away in the writer's section of this forum then actually shooting them outright..."

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[brinny]

I have an older sister who was like a mother to me when I was very small, vulnerable, and lost. She is in a grumpy, nobody loves me mode right now. It's time to remind her otherwise. She is very much loved and her legacy of love and grace lives on and is coming back to her hundredfold and then some. I wrote this for her a few minutes ago. I will send it or take it, I'm not sure which just yet:

Your legacy lives on
O daughter of the Most High
He hears your smallest,
most silent soul-sigh.

He knows your heart
and all His grace
you did impart
on a small, lost one, like me.

You've been a light
to show the way
and in my heart
you will always stay.

Take heart,
O daughter of the King,
for it is for you
Our King rises up to sing.

For He loves you
and so do I,
my sister, my friend
and in my heart
you will always abide.

(I wrote this for my sister before i knew she had cancer. She died of cancer in March, 2011.)

 

[brinny]

Silent Throne

Alone, so alone
silence
coming from Your throne
as evil unfolds all around
innocence taken
as she lays dying,
with her last thread
of hope
seemingly
dwindling on that
prison-like bed,
a concentration camp,
alone,
in the hands of those
celebrating her
sure passing,
with shouts
of vic'try,
with no plea
for mercy
or lessening
her agony.
Your silence is deafening.

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

What is this goblin you always post about? Is there a back story? Not trying to be rude, just genuinely curious.

"...well that's not as easy thing to explain now..." replied the goblin knowing that there was nothing of him other than that which one read into to posts now, but then he just excused himself by saying “...odd isn't it, I mean as much as people feel uneasy an enigma, they will readily accept a fictional character just as long portrayed well, all probably because it falls under the realm of fiction to them even if it is exactly the same thing, one's anonymity perhaps,...”, in fact, the goblin's lax grammar usage was another part of his anonymity, and yet, he also wished to write like most writers do in their books with their fluidity imagination narration and illustration now, concluding “...guess I came into being though a mixture of the fun and the necessity of writing anonymously now...”

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