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Date Posted: Sun, Sep 23 2001, 16:55:57
Author: cdZ? a reprise
Subject: Do you know

Below please find a collection of thoughts, poems, short stories....I have been posting these on occasion in the original 30's forum over the last few weeks, at first I just wanted to toast the old forum, then I began to miss her and then...well...then I just started talking to myself which was really unsettling, hehe...I thought some of you may find something you can relate to amongst the idle mutterings; anyway, just set back and get your reading glasses out.

Why should fools tread lightly through these empty halls?
Not the rhetoric of today's youth
they care not what came before
only to meet with the fate of familiarity...finally ....in the end.

Once such as acro, a game of idle wanderings and meager interest to me
and that is where my story begins....
A small but quaint string of circumstances brought me to this wicked game,
I was enticed by a friend to try this digital reality
so I stepped with great trepidation
I found that a game based upon the society of the collective could be nothing more than popularity
and so it was...I was spellbound by the paper thin lives being unveiled....watching them unravel layer by transparent layer was exciting to me.....more of a plea for passion..and I being one of the sick witted, began to prey on victim after victim, for the shear enjoyment of it...but still I returned, and it tired me
I began to fall into the hypnotic trance....and soon it was I who began to unravel.......

Friends are forged in the strangest ways
to this day, some people still don't get me
I suppose they never will...ironic though
I am only what I appear to be
I think sometimes people want to see something else....

There is a whole society to this thing called acro....I guess you may never get the chance to know that now though...
I can't say I ever belonged to one group of people or another
but then again I never have
I had friends on all fronts , which is good
but sadly .....
Petty differences drove them apart, and eventually away from this forum...that is why I am here alone, speaking only to shadows and ghosts.... it is just as well, I am certainly not a mystery to them. I have wondered if any of those old ghosts from the past still blow through from time to time just to see ....just to live in the moment again.....just to be like me...

THE TEAR(AN ODE TO ACRO)
Dripping silently the rain falls from this empty heart, its tears fill the shattered glass which sets below....the dust gathers upon the rough hewn scraps of flooring that remain ever still and bitter sweet. Once as I was, my love once, as always......nevermore

AN AUDIENCE OF ONE
This is the great acro hall
where many of love's were won and lost
no one comes here anymore
which suits me

My shouting voice falls silently
in the echoing plains
of cold digital space
it is in that emptiness I stand
it suits me

I recall the laughter and the tear drops of the many
whose long since abandon cries are no longer heard
is it romantic being ever still?
no
it just suits me

INTO THE VOID
It is a lonely feeling
the void of digital laughter
still rings in my ear

It is a beginning to the never
this thing
called abandonment

One cannot possibly be moved
if one lies still in the wait
it isn't easy

I long for the day
the day I can hear your
androginous tones
your repetitive,
"lets see who wrote what"
you were my companion on those long lonely nights
Now I set staring silently into a now familiar screen of black
I have changed
though you may stay
unduanted
though you may

FROM
The simplist thoughts
conveyed so clear
the tireless hours
when you were here

Thank you acro
you were my friend
maybe someday we will meet again

Zephyr's IN THE STARLIGHT
Digital time
in a digital world
where digital boy
meets digital girl

Fate steps in
as footsteps collide
on an invisible highway
in the digital sky

A game of chance
we all could win
submit your acro
and vote again

THE MUSINGS OF ONE
This is the great Acro Hall..
darkened are its corridors
silent are its bells

This is the conservatory
where conversations used to swell

The pallor of its emptiness
is with me everyday
I ponder life uninterested
since acro went away

WHY THIS....
In the cool, cool abyss that once was acro I stand. Silence befalls me as I ponder the consequences....
Everything must begin and end, but why this purgatory?
Why this........why this....

ECHO's IN THE MIST
Footsteps in the darkness
Echo's in the mist
The silence of the Acro hall
the pulse in my left wrist

Shadows in the stillness
Echo's in the den
the sound of silence frightens me
when nightfall comes again

Vapors in the moonlight
Echo's in the mist
Acro's in the twilight
as nightfall closes in

ONCE THERE WAS A WAY
I have become the endless
I walk silently amongst the trees
I sit alone on this stump of ponderance
and reflect in the pool of dreams

The acro soul is a funny thing
abated by logic and verse
the inner soul however
is faring much better
because life is just laughter and myrth

The loneliness and isolation
confused by many and such
is not one of a singular nature
and does not affect me and thus...

I morn for the company of others
not in a singular way
I morn and I long for Acro
that is the game we once played

SPECIAL THINGS
The strain of the never
beats softly on my chest
things come and go, and in the moment
they acquire, consume, and demand....
and in that moment,
what is right and what is wrong becomes uncertain....
things can be special that way
things can
and things do

Such was this forum, once...
but alas the magic has ended
no longer do the "regulars" rant and stalk
they need not, because it is no more
things are special that way
things are...

Sometimes, I think to myself
oh what a special thing it was.......
here....amongst strangers I call friends
life is special that way....
sometimes...
things are...

And in the off chance we meet again on a dimly lit cyber street
pay no mind if I stop
pay no attention at all, if I stare
and all those special things will surface
and I will smile..
and say nothing...
Nothing is special that way
sometimes...

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