TAKE ME HOME					Poems [Last updated: 10-04-06, 2045GMT] -------------------------------- THE LAND OF DREAMS Welcome to the same old place, The place where dreams seem true. No worries for me in the land of nod, Especially when I see you. But dreams are all they’ll ever be, As I wake up bleary-eyed. I rub my eyes, wipe away the tears, You were never by my side. I was always far too good, The master of disguise. Too daft to put myself first, And I’ve failed to realise. How good this life could really be, If dreams were a reality. I’d never ever be apart, Forever deepest in your heart. Take me back once more, To the land of make believe. But this time when I awaken, Turn my dreams into reality. -------------------------------- I WILL NEVER FORGET Look into my eyes, The soul has gone. Feel my heart, It beats no more. I thought I knew you, Your every single way. I thought you knew me, But not on this day. For this day is cursed, Filled with anger and regret. I act like I do not care, But still I can’t forget. Remind me how it used to be, Before the pain compounded me. Remind me how it used to be, The carefree boy, always happy. Nothing makes sense anymore, Because you are gone. Nothing makes sense anymore, This time I was wrong. You were right all along, I’m not perfect. For I sit here all alone, But you, I will never forget. -------------------------------- SORRY I sometimes look back, Striding with a smile. Everything so easy, It’s been a while. Since we were happy, And it felt so real. Did I just imagine it? How you made me feel? I wanna say sorry, If I did something wrong. Which is why, my love, I’m writing you this song. I need to know where I stand, Lost in a place of love and hate. All I want is your truth, Take me out of this helpess state. You say there's nothing wrong, But I can see it in your eyes. I know you too well, You have my trust, no more lies. FORGIVE ME -------------------------------- I AM FROZEN You think you can be cold, But me, I’m frozen. You think you can shut me out, But I feel nothing. It’s all a big façade, I used to believe in you. But now it’s all so clear, Push and pull is all you do. You chewed me up, You spat me out. I fell for it all, Without any doubt. But watch me now, Look into my eyes. All you’ll see is anger, No regret, no suprise. I would have been so happy, If things were different. Because you were there, But now I can’t see you. -------------------------------- STUCK IN THE DOLDRUMS I’m stuck in the doldrums, The quicksand’s getting stronger. I feel my feet sucking down, But there’s no fight any longer. Take my hand, pull me out, On second thoughts, don’t. You wouldn’t want to be here, There’s nothing in the Doldrums. I see my life drifting before me, It’s up to my neck now. Take me to a distant place, Just tell me how. How did it get to this? When did I die inside? How did it get to this? Nowhere to hide. Stuck in the doldrums, Without you by my side. -------------------------------- BY THE RIVER The river is the place I like, The water, the rushing tide. A time for quiet contemplation, An easy place to hide. Just me and the river. All I see is my reflection, true. The hours and days pass me by, When I’m not with you. Come with me to the river, You’ll have lots of fun. We could have such a good time, Sights to see, places to run. And I’ll keep on running, Because that’s what I do. Forever by the river, With or without you. -------------------------------- LONDON'S A SINKING SHIP London, London, London... Not all it's cracked up to be. Full of chaos, fear and hate, The giant, populous hell-hole, It’s just one big state Sinking, like a ship, Forget all the dreams. Like a giant monster, Ripping at the seams. -------------------------------- DREAMS I had another dream last night, You know the one. The subconscious traps me, I’m still in another world, But it’s all just a dream. Is this life real? Or is it one big fantasy? -------------------------------- THE PAST I like the past, Safely locked away. Many happy memories, No sad days. I can look to the past, When I’m feeling down. Nothing can change the past, No need to frown. I remember when I was happy, Not a care in the world. Because you were there with me, But now I can’t see you. -------------------------------- YESTERDAY I stare at the stars, And the sky up above, And think, What am I made of? Do you think tomorrow… Will bring sun or rain? Which one of these will show? I can’t say goodbye, To yesterday, my friend. I keep holding on, Til the end. Out of the darkness, There is no other way. Than the light leading to… Yesterday. -------------------------------- -------------------------------- ARSENAL SONGS -------------------------------- ARSENAL FC -------------------------------- AR-SE-NAL AR-SE-NAL FC Who are by far the greatest team The world has ever seen And it's AR-SE-NAL -------------------------------- We Won The Lge @ White Hart Lane ('When the saints go marching in') -------------------------------- We won the league We won the league We won the league at White Hart Lane We won the league at the Shithole We won the league at Shite Fart Lane -------------------------------- ARSENE'S PRAYER -------------------------------- Our Arsene Who art in Highbury Hallowed be thy name Thy will be done Champions League will be won On earth it will be seen by everyone Give us this day our yearly title And forgive us our immortalness As we forgive those who can't win against us Lead us not into numpty temptation And deliver us from the Spurs evil For thine is the Highbury Kingdom, the power, pace and the unbeaten glory Forever and ever Arsene -------------------------------- ARSENE'S WENGER -------------------------------- Arsene Wenger's Magic He wears a magic hat And when he saw van Nistelrooy He said: "You cheating twat" The players threw some pizza It went down Fergie's front And Arsene Wenger said to him "Take that, you red-nosed cunt" -------------------------------- FABREGAS OOOH -------------------------------- Fa-bre-gas Wo-ooooh Fa-bre-gas Wo-oooh He's only 17 He's better than Roy Keane -------------------------------- DENNIS BERGKAMP -------------------------------- There's only one Dennis Bergkamp One Dennis Bergkamp Walking along, Singing a song Walking in a Bergkamp wonderland -------------------------------- NEW KING (To tune of 'The First Noel') -------------------------------- Thierry Henry Come to us from Turin Not too sure about playing Up-front or the wing Then Arsene had a word And he said he was keen To turn him into the best striker We've ever seen Thierry Henry Thierry Henry Born is the King of Highbury -------------------------------- ARSENAL'S ANTHEM (To tune of 'Jerusalem') -------------------------------- And did those boots of Arsenal's team Walk upon Highbury's turf so green And did they play with great esteem The best football we've ever seen? And with a cannon on our chest We play with heart, and mind, and zest And we are proud to be Arsenal In Victory Through Harmony
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Interests: Daydreaming/Timewasting Playing Sports Running Supporting Arsenal Listening to Music full-blast Lifetime Ambition: To visit every country in the world (all 193 of them) And a few other things also! Personality Traits and Areas of State/Mind: Patient, Stubborn, Energetic, Determined, Contemplative, Emotionless, Exhausted, Entranced, Confused, Silent Sporting heroes: Tony Adams, David Seaman Ian Wright, Dennis Bergkamp Thierry Henry, Alan Shearer Michael Jonhson, Pete Sampras, Tim Henman, Jonny Wilkinson, Jack Nicklaus, Lance Armstrong, Steve Redgrave, Michael Johnson, Paula Radcliffe, Ellen McArthur
	"I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free, a diversified multi-cultural post-modern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputed and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech lowlife, a state-of-the-art bi-coastal multitasker, and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave, but I'm old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradeble. I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time, I'm radioactive. Behind the 8-ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I have no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistics missionary. A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom-feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slamdunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic, out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, 'cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless. I'm an alphamale on beta blockers. I'm a non-believer and an overachiever, laid back, but fashion forward, up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance; super size, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last. I'm a hands-on, footloose, kneejerk headcase, prematurly post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing, a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on a long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant. I like rough sex, I like tough love, I use the F-word in my e-mails, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a minimall, I bought a minivan at a megastore, I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm tollfree, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been prewashed, precooked, preheated, prescreened, preapproved, postdated, freeze dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock; rough, tough, and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride. Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinin', jivin' and groovin', wailin' and winnin'. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy, and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hangin' in, there ain't no doubt, and I'm hangin' tough, over and out." ------------------------------------------------------ Rodney's 10 essential top tips/inspired by others tips: 1. If someone asks you "Do you know the time?", just say to them: "Yes, I do know the time." 2. Always leave things til the last minute. Make a drama of everything, much more of a fun narrative that way. 3. Keep on running, and don't stop because your feet are tired, or your legs, or your back. Run til you drop. That way you know you've given 100%. Until that, you're always giving less than your potential (Apply to your specific channel of energy) 4. Do sing music aloud in the high street. Who cares if you make an idiot of yourself? 5. Never ever do things just because someone else has told you so. Always stick and trust your own instincts, even in moments of doubt. It is our own instincts that make us, so use it. 6. We can’t make everyone happy, so never change yourself to try to. Be true to yourself, and don’t live in fear about what someone else thinks about it. 7. Do one thing everyday that scares you, or try a new challenge every day 8. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. (Baz Luhrmann) 9. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. (Again, Baz Luhrmann) 10. Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It is an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING (Adidas promotion, 2004) ------------------------------------------------------ You may find my tips impossible or helpless. If you do, there are many more tips here from Baz Luhrmann: Further tips: Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) – 1999 Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…. You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen… ------------------------------------------------------ [WARNING: May contain more than a few traces of nuts]