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[Lazarus]

When lost in paths of Deaths creation
We do behold Imagination
Further, Farther, Faster, Frailer
Fortified into our Dreams

So we See ourselves as Fathers
So we find our Plain as Brothers
Loving, Lying, Losing, Loathing
So these lies are yet our dreams

Uninspired Inspiration?
Calculated Neural Cream?
Should you Face your Death in Silence
Would you lose Imagination?

Beyond what is Seen or Dream'ed
Swifter than Our Death may be
Lies pools of Imagination
From which we cannot Percieve

And yet, We do
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just a thought, what if the theroy that a soul stroed all memory and thought and that neural connection and pathways and web were nothing more than a marking place, a brain html code in order to retrive such thoughts. would make you question your desire to be uploaded now wouldnt it.


~Lazarus A. Epicurus~

[Lazarus]

sniff sniff, no body read my poem :(

[Lazarus Long]

I just plain like it.
Or is it that I plan to like it?
Plane talk and inspirational thought
Is it planned complaint about it?
Or conspiratorial plans that astound it?
Simple conciliatory claims which confound it.

[Bruce Klein]

sniff sniff, no body read my poem

/me puts his arm around the sholder of LazA. Come on man, pull it together now.

[Lazarus]

aha my pychological cobative techniquies have proves sucessfull, by not only posting so that my topic apears at the last post on the main page and also making it a post of some sympathy I have gained the posts of two others and I am now vitorious in the reading of my poetry, we shall now go off into a dark corner and laugh evily, have a nice day.

Edited by Lazarus, 03 March 2003 - 01:45 PM.