Tyrope

I'm looking for a word, one that describes what is in front of me. You start with beautiful. Add a pinch of pretty. Stir with the glow of the moon that turns a forest magical. Yet, after all this, it doesn't even come close. No, to describe what is in front of me. One needs to see beyond. So boil it in the tears of joy on the fires of our burning love. Let it run through the sieve of desire. And even then, after all that. One cannot simply word what is in front of me. For it is truly Indescribable. Dimitri "Tyrope" Molenaars

Bringing awesome to a high level in a small space in the land many people travel to gather this band making music, having fun Playing ninja, and the occasional bad pun. Let's make the world a better place. By including everyone all the genders, ages and race Nerdfighters, Gather 'round. For a time and date, has been found. Where our awesome can be spread. like peanut butter on a slice of bread. DFTBA! Dimitri "Tyrope" Molenaars

Hey Anna, I gotta say I've been trying to tell you but kept adding more and more delay but here's the end of the queue Alright, that's it no more distractions It's time to admit and explain my actions I have a request one that's hard for me to ask I promise this isn't a test time to get on with the task I am in nerdfighterlike with you. That was so hard to write! Do you like me too? Tell the truth, i'll be alright. Dimitri "Tyrope" Molenaars

When the birds go and fly when the miners go to mine when the earth turns around the sun and the moon twists around us When good and bad beat when you and I meet when the game becomes reality Where those birds don't fly Where those miners don't mine Where the sun doesn't shine Where the moon does glow Where good is, and bad isn't. That's where we meet. That's where the game, becomes reality. Dimitri "Tyrope" Molenaars

These sets of stairs, will take me high. The Sun is closer with each one, so it's worth a try. Sure, an elevator's easier, Only if it's made of glass. Stainless steel walls don't just hold me in, They'll make me lose my past. I want to see the things around me, Growing smaller as I go. See the obstacles and fears, Steadingly shrinking, then, I'll slow. At the top, there might be nothing, But it's where I want to be. Warmth and daylight, and, just maybe, A gentle springtime breeze. I'll look down on the avenues, All the lovers and the friends, And I'll watch their disappointment As the day inevitably ends. Then the stars will brush my sho