Antartic Road Network Planned
My personal feelings are that the continent should remain as natural as possible. We can fly to the scientific bases around Antartica without having to resort to road-building.
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Fascination Of Thought
Is
it a new day
Or
one we’ve already played
But
lost as memory repeats.
The
fascination of thought
And
the oaths we swore
That
we’d never again
Do
what we did before.
But
now it’s a new day
And
we’ve forgotten promises,
Or
did we ever really make
Promises?
Or
is it a game
We’ve
already played before
But
now it’s lost
As
memory repeats.
Repeats
itself
Like
an old black and white movie
That
keeps being replayed
To
an audience losing interest
In a
cinema falling down.
FASCINATION
OF THOUGHT
By
A R J Abranson
23-05-91/16:12
(Taken from 'Wild Card Symphonies')
Guilt
Well
I’ve tried
But
I haven’t beaten the memories yet
I
would if I could
But
I can’t
Get
you out of my mind
I
want you to live up to yourself
I
want to see you smile.
Just
call my name in ecstasy
Forget
my name and come next to me
I
want you to get it together
And
get out of my mind
To
float amongst forgotten dreams
And
live up to yourself and smile.
Ghosts
don’t always want forgiveness
That’s
a belief of a guilty mind
But
if I believe your fiction
Does
that mean I share your guilt?
Or
am I guilty anyway
For
wanting more than I have.
For
wanting more than I deserve?
I
don’t know why I still remember you
With
the fondness that I do
There’s
no reason I can think of
Unless
I’m asking forgiveness
Or
trying to forget such actions
That
may have hurt either of us.
But
I haven’t beaten the memories yet
I
would if I could
But
I can’t
Get
you out of my mind
I
want you to live up to yourself
I
want to see you smile.
Or
for another sunset
With
the dead of a thousand lovers
Standing
on the sand
Looking,
lost and lonely
Pretending
everything’s fine.
GUILT
By
A R J Abranson
12-12-93/14:35
(Taken From 'Wild Card Symphonies')