NOTHING

2000-11-10T21:56:00.000-05:00

Well I put this up to let you know that I have been sick as all hell.
Well thats it im going back to bed.

2000-11-02T20:49:00.000-05:00

Victoria You Are Perfect; and dont let anybody tell you different.

2000-11-01T20:22:00.000-05:00

Victoria I Love You

2000-11-01T20:17:00.000-05:00

The Man With Two Souls leads a dangerous life,
For he lives every day with both contentment and strife.
One soul is vicious, the other is just;
You hide from the vengeful, the other you trust.
The Man With Two Souls is not perfect, not flawless,
But neither is he a man malicious with vices.
If one describes these two souls Black and White,
Than the one titled Black only develops from spite.
The Black Soul is strong and can not feel the pain
In which the White struggles with to keep itself sane.
Fortunately for The Man With Two Souls,
The Black Soul is small and rarely controls.
The White Soul is prominent, the one people see,
Unless someone manages to let the Black free.
Most people have good hearts, few are pure stone,
And everyone has a view of their own,
Except for this man, two hearts he holds,
Two views through his eyes; The Man With Two Souls.

©Weidtman 2000

2000-10-29T21:18:00.000-05:00

You know what???
I need some sleep.
Good Night.

2000-10-28T22:59:00.000-04:00

How many ways may there be?
Who is left to live?
Why must there be a justification
When something has come to believe?
Yes, the road is miles.
No, dreams cannot be bought.
Correct, someone must have the key.
Wrong, wars do need to be fought.
Questions flow freely in brains.
Answers tie lies to truths.
Popularity varies in culture.
Aloneness occasionally soothes.
Anger runs rampant in history.
Friendship has quit from its job.
Untidiness flails in society.
Cleansing still summons the mob.
Voices run wild, voices run wild.
Silence is passed from the rain.
You just remembered a birthday.
I only have a fear's bane.
Up from a cloud.
Down can't be aging.
Reality hangs as a portrait.
Reflections expose a ring.
Pleasure shall remain victorious.
Pain feels somewhat embarrassed.
Life digs holes in the dirt.
Death can never be caressed.

Dedicated to Victoria

©2000 Weidtman

2000-10-28T22:56:00.000-04:00

Victoria I miss you.

2000-10-27T19:20:00.000-04:00

Go to my page No actually dont go. Let it rest in peace.

2000-10-27T19:17:00.000-04:00

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

The Raven
by Edgar Allen Poe

2000-10-27T19:15:00.000-04:00

Death is...

Death is a wind that chills to the bone,
Death is a heart that's as cold as a stone.
Death is the black of the dark evening sky,
Death is the people that pass you by.
Death is recieving a single black rose,
Death is a door through which everyone goes.
Death is the sound of a womans shrill scream,
Death is much more than it will ever seem.
Death is the end of the life that you know,
Death is the time when you know you must go.

©2000 Weidtman

Just a pome cause im bored.

2000-10-26T20:37:00.000-04:00

I have NOTHIN to post.

2000-10-26T20:27:00.000-04:00

Well I tried this cause i was bored outa my mind. Well anyway maby i will throw some shit on here later; ehhh who knowes. Yadda yadda. Supperdubperanticalificious.