Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.
-found this in John Sander's tales...
Unknown "~Ara~" Adventurous - 15 years, 5 months, 23 days ago

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Unknown "~Ara~" Adventurous - 15 years, 11 months, 22 days ago

Seashore Blues

I sit alone within this tower by the sea,
In the vain and desperate hope that someone will rescue me.
Above the stormy waves the despairing seagulls fly;
I lament hearing their mournful cries.

The full and chaste moon is riding high
Upon the bleak and dreary midnight sky.
Large grey clouds lumber by…
And all I can do is try not to cry.

The waves crash against the shore,
And of this life I can take no more.
The trees in the forest bend to the will of the wind,
But all I can ponder is when this all shall end.


Unknown "~Ara~" Adventurous - 16 years, 2 months, 5 days ago

Dead and Dying Fast

Can't you hear me?
I'm yelling, screaming...
Doesn't anyone hear?
Crying as slowly inside I'm dying...
Can't you see the real me?
I'm reaching out, trying to find something, someone to hold onto...
Doesn't anyone see my attempts?
Something, anything, someone, ANYONE to cling to...
Can't you feel this?
My pain, endless and deep as the see...
Doesn't anyone feel my emotions?
So strong they're tangible, heavy, overloading in fact...

No hears me, they all are deaf.
My voice is no longer loud.
I've become hoarse and mute.
No one was listening anyway.
Did I say I was crying out and screaming as I died?
In the end, I go out with a whimper and sob.
Not a single shout or tear
Was spared for the people who can no longer hear.

No one see me, they all are blind.
My hands are empty, no longer do I try.
I've already faded away and am non-existent.
No one was looking for me anyways.
Did I say anything or anyone to cling to?
In the end, I cling to myself...but it's too late.
Not a piece of me is left to hold onto.
Was all I did really in vain?

No one feels me, they all are numb.
My pain and feelings are starting to dull.
I've reached the end and am growing cold.
No one felt for me anyway.
Did I say my emotions were heavy and overloading?
In the end they were both my concrete shoes and the ocean.
Not a single good emotion
Was ever fully felt by me...and now it never shall be.

Unknown "~Ara~" Adventurous - 16 years, 2 months, 5 days ago