================================================ Subject: Re: NCR - The Child's Song From: "Jackson Crawford" To: Date: Wed 11 Apr 2001 17:07:17 -0500 ================================================ MOST interesting... Is this intended to be sung or said? Just wondering. But whatever format, you definitely have some fascinating things to say. This is a powerful analogy for the destruction and potential rebirth of childhood within the individual self. Great. So now I have even MORE stuff to ponder in my free time. Ha! I enjoy it though. We've got some great philosophers on this list, eh? Thank you for sharing your poem with us. It is wonderful to see the products of such a creative and thoughtful mind. Jackson Wade Crawford - The Raven of Texas/ Corvvs Texanis Our Gracious Lord And Master To Whom All Praise And Money Are Rightly And Verily Due of the International Enchanting Swordsmen Rifts Campaign International Director, Corvist Association for the Preservation and Perpetuation of Free Will -----Original Message----- From: Creed Discussion List [mailto:CREED-DISCUSS@WINDUPLIST.COM]On Behalf Of Tommy C. Sent: Wednesday, April 11, 2001 2:58 PM To: CREED-DISCUSS@WINDUPLIST.COM Subject: NCR - The Child's Song Hey all! This was sent to me, and she wanted to send it to the list, but was confused on how to do it. So here it is! Hopper (*_*) On Mon, 09 Apr 2001 15:12:17 -0500 "stephanie hall" writes: The Child's Song A child within me sings the never-ending songs that are full of sadness. These songs are songs that will never be seen or heard. The child sings it within my body, behind closed doors. The child in me is locked in a horrible dark closet. The child is weeker in the closet, but if you ever dare to let her free. She won’t want to play, because the darkness consumed her happiness. She can only leave through the darkness. So at night she wonders the dreams of the people, of the darkness. To find the words to her many sad songs. So she can try to depress my happiness. Unlike before she would wander the dreams of happy children. To fill my life with joy and happiness, with her songs. The child played with the darkness and let it into her naive body. Se let it replace oz. by oz. of goodness that was within her. So her happiness is gone cause of the darkness. So I put her in that horrible dark closet. Don’t cry cause this happened to the child. Cry cause you could have saved her, from the madness within me. With a loving heart and a helping hand. So I would not have locked her in the dark closet. From which her happiness was consumed. Now she is getting stronger and she is breaking the doors down, with a stronger more powerful voice. That is singing the songs of her darkness. The voice echoes through my head. The voice she has is so moving and powerful. She can almost seduce me with her songs, to open the doors and let the light into the cold, dark closet. From which she is forbidden to leave, unless to return to the side of darkness and evil. I want to unleash her, but it is unknown to me what the darkness has done to her little body. The child sings in side of me the sons of past pain. Which is brought in to focus because of present troubles. That I wish would go away like bubbles. If I were around any of my enemies, the child would absorb the evil and darkness from my enemy. She would do that from the closet within me. So if the presence of my enemy is detected. She will sing a different, but full of more sadness, sorrow, and hatetered. So I must not make enemies for their violence is absorbed by the child, and used to replace the loving sole in side of my body, with nothing but pain, sorrow, and darkness. The only hope for the child in my body, that is trying to condemn me, is to find true indescribable love and truth in the lives of others. Then the songs will become songs of angels and lullabies. That she has heard on the nights she wondered the dreams of happy children, before I locked her in the closet. The songs will turn the pain and sorrow that echoed through my empty body. Into happy and joyous songs, and with the happiness that will be around, will make me a better person. So if the child ever absorbed enough love and happiness, and I let her come out in to the light, with her lovely songs. The body and person you used to know will be changed. For the child within me is not condemning me to past pain, but is letting me live a life of happiness and love. BY: Stephanie Hall AKA: Sony (*_*) please let me know what you think about my story/ poem. I WILL BE EVER SO HAPPY WHEN YOU REPLY!!!!!!! LOVE STEPHANIE (*_*) ps.I WAS LISTENING TO CREED WHEN I WROTE THIS AND THIS IS DEDICATED TO CREED!!!!!!! ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj. To unsubscribe or change your preferences for the Creed-Discuss list, visit: http://www.winduplist.com/ls/discuss/form.asp To unsubscribe or change your preferences for the Creed-Discuss list, visit: http://www.winduplist.com/ls/discuss/form.asp