I boy is downsized for his lineage...of failure and shame,
He was defeated in his warrior camp
In his defeat he was stripped of his clothes and stripped of his pride,
Now a comedy in it's self that he has become he flees this camp to return one day stronger....

He later finds a women she has truth an innocence,
This woman decides to mak a pilgrimage that will end suffering,
Suffering of the world there in,

The boy now a teenager finds that this woman he truely loves
For her will motivated him to find the manhood he had forgotten,
He makes a goal to himself to guard this woman,
For her well is strong....yet her body is small,
So to protect her he decides to master a sword...
He decides to pick up a sword and cut his own path,

He is silent,but agrees to return to the camp he was once humilated and rend assunder because to complete thepilgrimage you would have to journey in that drection closes to Mecca.

He is one day confronted by his past fiends,
Now as a man he returns to face these..no those who considered his family and birth right a comedy.

He is teased and tuanted all pointing at the warrior who defeated him in such a fashion.

The woman says"We must continue our journey."

The man says "I must win..."

THe warrior who defeated him says "Woman may pass..... little samurai may not pass."

"Only the strong can enter this land you would shame this land if I allowed you to continue your pilgrimage here or beyond."-Says this warrior

Man walks over to man who defeated him and holds his head up with burning eyes and says"So I must prove my worth...Biran." :angryfire:

" I'll remove your horn just how I removed your pride..."

Man="No I will not lose.....I will win."

A battle begins......a battle for respect... :buttrock:



Edited By SBYRD5 on May 11 2004 at 15:31

A box of hope

I keep a box in my study....
for things that draw me
and useful sometimes in hope of need.
i keep not one but many hopes in my mind.
when someone dies and i have no one to help me
i dont give up hope... when that person died i felt like my heart struck with prosperity and sorrow... i couldnt take it.
i thought i lost hope... but i met another person to help me back up


that person filled my heart again.... i was no longer alone...
because i never gave up hope

IM THE BEST POET LISTEN TO DIS;

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLET ARE BLUE
I WRITE POEMS, BETTER THAN YOU

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