hmmm...i don't think the form came out right the way i wanted it to come out...wonder what happened...how odd...anyways...i can try and resend it...that's really weird...could someone please email me and tell me if what is below is how they got it too? I need to know if my poem came out correct structurally... --jenny -----Original Message----- From: Saysomphorn Sisavatdy To: Everyone Date: Tuesday, March 16, 1999 12:43 PM Subject: My piece...[SJD] >Hey everyone, Alisak: Sometimes we need to step away from the immediate and think to grasp the reality that is. Take your time and find yourself and what it is you want... OK...here's my piece...sorry it didn't get in on time, but I'm finding it a stretch right now what with it being finals week and all. Enjoy it any way you can...keeping true to my tyle...voile! ------------- You'll Get Yours You think you'll get away with it and that people will never find fault attached to you.You think the little innocent illusion that you've created will go unseen and unnoticed.You think that when you accomplish great feats people will see a perfectlyprettyparagon of virtue.You think the tranquil presence you try to emulate erotically will entice the unsuspecting stars of heaven.You think that when the sun comes out and the dewy flowers of the morn bloom bright you're one of them as you weavewondrouswebs of wicked wrongs well into the night.You play your little Russian roulette tricks to foreseenly unforeseen rivals and revel in their humiliation and pain with complimentary words of wisdom.You watch as we walk warily towards you with our carefully erected cadence controlling our features of condemnation and correcting our discourse.You think we don't notice your hidden snide slandering remarks of ridicule as we walk past you and you don't think that we'll retaliate and seek vengeance.You'll say "How do you do?" and "Sabaidhee" slowly and softly in a luringly provocative voice shifting your head down demurely and daintily demanding a gentle virtuous demeanor you hope no one can see through.Your speech is soft, your body is beautiful your eyes are enchanting, your scent is seductive your movement is melodic, your presence politic your touch is tantalizing, and yet your mind is malevolent and your heart is full of hatred.Your coldcoycontradiction carries a pull that the stars can't resist. Perhaps it is because of your talented mouth that sucks so surreptitiously. Perhaps it is because of your flattering fingers that know exactly what to do. Perhaps it is your seemingly pure passivity of professed passions that won't quit.Your calculating sensitivity fools most people but it can't for too long. All frauds will find it hard to keep the act up and you are no different no matter how accomplished you are. No one will be there for you in the long run and you'll be all alone because of your sadisticsanctimoniousfarce.You think you have everyone fooled and that the snake in your soul and venom in your voice won't be heard and the acts of supposed kindness will be enough to save you from the hell you're sure to meet once we are relieved of your presence.--------But-- you're wrong-- You'll Get Yours. ================================================================= You'll Get Yours You think you'll get away with it and that people will never find fault attached to you. You think the little innocent illusion that you've created will go unseen and unnoticed. You think that when you accomplish great feats people will see a perfectlyprettyparagon of virtue. You think the tranquil presence you try to emulate erotically will entice the unsuspecting stars of heaven. You think that when the sun comes out and the dewy flowers of the morn bloom bright you're one of them as you weavewondrouswebs of wicked wrongs well into the night. You play your little Russian roulette tricks to foreseenly unforeseen rivals and revel in their humiliation and pain with complimentary words of wisdom. You watch as we walk warily towards you with our carefully erected cadence controlling our features of condemnation and correcting our discourse. You think we don't notice your hidden snide slandering remarks of ridicule as we walk past you and you don't think that we'll retaliate and seek vengeance. You'll say "How do you do?" and "Sabaidhee" slowly and softly in a luringly provocative voice shifting your head down demurely and daintily demanding a gentle virtuous demeanor you hope no one can see through. Your speech is soft, your body is beautiful your eyes are enchanting, your scent is seductive your movement is melodic, your presence politic your touch is tantalizing, and yet your mind is malevolent and your heart is full of hatred. Your coldcoycontradiction carries a pull that the stars can't resist. Perhaps it is because of your talented mouth that sucks so surreptitiously. Perhaps it is because of your flattering fingers that know exactly what to do. Perhaps it is your seemingly pure passivity of professed passions that won't quit. Your calculating sensitivity fools most people but it can't for too long. All frauds will find it hard to keep the act up and you are no different no matter how accomplished you are. No one will be there for you in the long run and you'll be all alone because of your sadisticsanctimoniousfarce. You think you have everyone fooled and that the snake in your soul and venom in your voice won't be heard and the acts of supposed kindness will be enough to save you from the hell you're sure to meet once we are relieved of your presence. -------- But-- you're wrong-- You'll Get Yours.