Sorry, not an original piece, but one I use when jogging.

Well, back during my writing days, I wrote a whole bunch of stuff... some of which you'd certainly appreciate, Sic - try this, for example:

http://www.scribd.com/doc/20472379/Walk-in-the-Light

(Also available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Walk-Light-Twenty-Three-Tales-Tolstoy/dp/1570754608/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1256587444&sr=8-1 )

@sic I've written three plays about issues that affect young people, knife crime; racism; and friendship and trust. I'm part way through recording the dialogue with young actors from a drama group I formed in my village and hope to then make them into low budget films using machinema. Problem is it is just so time consuming.

The bit that may please you is that I stole all the plot lines from a well known author {shhhhh...)

Parenting lesson are best learned the hard way. For instance, when I learned that my youngest soin was on the way, I had a father moment and decided that he and his older brother needed a bedroom befitting of two rough and tumble hooligans.

I brought Blake (my four year old) into the decision making process at every stage, including the choice of paint. He decided that blue was the best color for his walls (since I wouldn't go for red). At this point I got everything necessary for painting the boys' room. All of the required materials were set up and ready immediately begin my task, which three weeks later I actually began at 1:17am. Nearly three hours later, I had transformed their dirty eggshell walls to a brilliant sky blue. He was sleeping downstairs with his grandmother, so I thought nothing of leaving all of the everything in the room, locking the door, and finally going off to bed for the four hours of sleep that Blake would allow me.

I awoke to an excited knocking on the door from my four year old son. Blake was ready to see his room. I felt a heartwarming twinge of pride in my work when I heard his reaction to seeing the room. He gasped, let out an astonished "Wow", and giggled. About that time I heard the phone ring down the hall and went to anwer it.

It takes a grand total of 3 seconds to walk down our hall into the livingroom, pick up a phone and say "On no! I'll call you back!". I used this particularly odd salutation because within that 3 seconds my daughter came down the hallway with a white and blue shirt. Yes, I ran down the hall to confirm that Blake had indeed painted the door, the floor, the window and his sister in my absence. Thus teaching me the value of cleaning up my workstation.

That should be a Mastecard commercial with the buying of all the supplies on the card and the final kid moment as the "Priceless." Great story, Crazy Anglican.

Hmm... Sic, you ever get around to reading my stuff?

remind me of its location

So did you hear about that guy who had his left side cut off?

he's all right now

bahahaha

@DJE: Funny - i've not heard that one before

I will come up with something tomorrow. All I can think of are tasteless things we say at bad scenes right now. They are not for the general public...

Well here is one real kwik.
If the Pilgrams came to America on the Mayflower,
What did midgits come on???
A shrimp boat.

lol Tolstoy get outta town.

I have written the beginnings of a novel, and about half a play.

All trash. lol. But you have to start somewhere, wouldn't you say?

I wrote quite a bit during my undergraduate time studying philosophy and comparative religious studies...unfortunately I lost it all on the school's network when I graduated and forgot to save it to a jumpdrive, lol.

ouch.
yeah i've some of what i've written as well. it kind of sucks, especially if the ideas you had surface in your mind all the time

Alright then, how's this one:

Pyre’s Past

In somber September, beside dying embers
Of a fire once roaring, now waiting to die,
Ceased are once searing flames, in their place lie
The ashen remains of the flame none remembers,
Beside aromatic, scintillating, erotic
And sensual smoke wafting about the high-rise,
I sullenly sit, with mine glossed-over eyes
In an act of remembrance, ever quixotic,
Golden hair hung once from my visage so bright
That it shone like noon’s sun in the prime of the day,
Before afternoon, evening, and nightfall- the grey
Locks replaced gold in the grey coming twilight.
A time near forgotten; thence the fire, ablaze
Burns with brilliance of those forsaken days.

Mine eyes, now darkened, then carried the spark
Inborn in the proudest, the masters of the fire,
Which rages within and without, my desire
Reigned and ran rampant, yet still found its mark,
Ev’ry question I queried the answer rang true
A ringing, the singing of a familiar song,
Now in grey twilight the tune seems all wrong
A sun’s setting, crimson staining skies of blue,
The song itself dead now, read no final verse
Was borne bare-faced, bereft, upon the bier,
Whereupon it’s grave rained so many a tear
From its echoing ghost issued forth a curse,
Malignant its presence, maligned in my mind,
Each personal perversity of mine defined.

The swallow I knew once, before winter’s fall
As its chirping transcending the cool morning air,
And, too, a grey owl, and as well a brash bear
Their strength, song, and wisdom- I once knew them all,
Not merely as means, but rather as ends
To which there are no ends, lanes of light leading on,
Roads to radiant glee from whence sorrow has gone
Forever, as was life amongst such sought friends,
Friends who, at prompting, set the table a-roar
A bonfire that buoyed and blazed in my soul,
And now here before me its corpse, rendered whole
As in quixotic committal I rise nevermore,
Now in this grey twilight, in September, I
Remember as embers dissolve now- and die.

Just an observation here after two trips to Texas.
I have come to the conclusion that the reason they say "Don't mess with Texas" is because it isn't nice to make fun of the handicapped...

Here's one I wrote when I was in the 'Force:

The sound of turbofan engines screaming through the night,
as fighters try to defeat all in sight.
JP8 staining the air,
pilots straining to find anything the sky is not to bear.
Afterburners ignite, giving off glowing light,
cannons and ejection seats fire, for their situation quickly becomes dire.

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Thank you!