The Magical Holy Well
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The Magical Holy Well
There was a beautiful youth beside a Holy well of disaster
and the whole scene was captured forever in plaster
and he looked down to the waters of the magical Holy well
that was reflecting the light of the enraged full moon
which was orange to red in it's vampire gloom
gorged with blood and the portent of impending doom
and a thundering pure white horse wakened him back to reality
the way of the moon is the way to insanity
and he became agigated with his percieved profanity
his confused sexuality and his desire for the green
his handsome reflected lover had taken on a magical sheen
a divine vision, an apparation and a romantic dream
and his head was filled with an adonis breeze
as the cool air blew through the scented lemon trees
he was like a tarot card picture with the stars and the moon
a tear dripped down and a snowflake did bloom
it took over his life and his identity it assumed
and the flower hung it's head and face in shame
for daring to fall in love with the love with no name
and the dogs howled and barked in the background
and carry their message in an eerie unearthly sound
his feet suddenly left the well and the ground
and he swam and swirled in the Holy waters of life
and smothered and angered all the love and the strife
for his handsome male lover has taken himself a wife
and he was covered by the sediments and tears of the magical well in alabaster
lifted by angels to the top and immortalised forever in plaster
the Ozymandias of the homosexual masters
Georges
Copyright: George Wright 2004
and the whole scene was captured forever in plaster
and he looked down to the waters of the magical Holy well
that was reflecting the light of the enraged full moon
which was orange to red in it's vampire gloom
gorged with blood and the portent of impending doom
and a thundering pure white horse wakened him back to reality
the way of the moon is the way to insanity
and he became agigated with his percieved profanity
his confused sexuality and his desire for the green
his handsome reflected lover had taken on a magical sheen
a divine vision, an apparation and a romantic dream
and his head was filled with an adonis breeze
as the cool air blew through the scented lemon trees
he was like a tarot card picture with the stars and the moon
a tear dripped down and a snowflake did bloom
it took over his life and his identity it assumed
and the flower hung it's head and face in shame
for daring to fall in love with the love with no name
and the dogs howled and barked in the background
and carry their message in an eerie unearthly sound
his feet suddenly left the well and the ground
and he swam and swirled in the Holy waters of life
and smothered and angered all the love and the strife
for his handsome male lover has taken himself a wife
and he was covered by the sediments and tears of the magical well in alabaster
lifted by angels to the top and immortalised forever in plaster
the Ozymandias of the homosexual masters
Georges
Copyright: George Wright 2004
I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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yes, a very nice poem
Last edited by Harry Harpin on Mon Apr 12, 2004 11:16 am, edited 1 time in total.
Harry (or whoever you are) - You are disgusting in your bid for shock factor posting. I can't normally be bothered to respond to your crap postings but to make a pun on Georges poem to make a "joke" about Soham is vile. I am sure you will come back with some smart arse comment but you can shove your comments where the sun don't shine. 

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HH are you sick?
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There are hundreds of place names called Holywell, or Hollywell. Do we cease to mention those places as well? (Pun intended)
You ain't funny HH. You just ain't funny. Not funny. Understand? You are not amusing in any way, shape, or form. I was finding your ideas of humour to be sick, vile and disgusting. If you wanted to provoke a reaction you have. I no longer wish to have any contact with you and your mind games. Life is too short to read your crap. Up yours (sideways)
You ain't funny HH. You just ain't funny. Not funny. Understand? You are not amusing in any way, shape, or form. I was finding your ideas of humour to be sick, vile and disgusting. If you wanted to provoke a reaction you have. I no longer wish to have any contact with you and your mind games. Life is too short to read your crap. Up yours (sideways)
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"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
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