Why We DC

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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Many of us have heart-wrenching reasons for our fanatical commitment to these philanthropic biomedical research projects.

    Quite a few of us have written about those reasons. Sometimes these words help the newer DCers understand us or may even cause a few who wander by to join us. Read on, but only if you dare to risk becoming one of us.

    Martin Luther King, jr. may have said it better than all of us here:
    In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.



    PS. This thread is open to all of our poets. I just moved the collection here. Feel free to add.
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    relic's DC prayer

    Behold the smile of the innocents'.
    A soul unmarred by grief or pain.
    With tiny hand, reaches out for comfort.
    Be that I could give it.

    We, imperfect and unsure, do struggle with faith
    No sense to the suffering, we strive for reason.
    Yet the strength of conviction guides us onward,
    We shall make a difference.

    From the first one to the next, we join.
    Band together, and follow the call.
    Noone knows from where the horns sound.
    Nor care we, our mission is clear.

    Since mankind began, he has combined his efforts.
    But now, with effort unique in it's scope, we may change our destiny.
    Why now have we been given this?
    Perhaps we have gotten an answer to our prayers.

    More than the sum of us, we have been given,
    This chance to make another's life whole.
    No reward shall we see, not even the fruits of these efforts
    Yet my heart reaps the bounty, my soul, peace.

    If there is to be a judgement
    When the face of our creator we shall see
    Though our failures shall be noted
    So too shall "DC for humanity"

    I find in this, great peace and solace.
    For I have been given this chance

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    A Few DC Souls

    What does it take to do what we do?
    Why do we struggle, do you have a clue?
    What is it that guides us? Few reasons have we.
    We make our world better with our thankless DC

    Money is dear, few extras for us.
    But onward we struggle and conquer we must
    We dream of a day when the sickness shall go
    We may never see it, it's enough just to know.

    It's all about them, those we'll never meet.
    Onward we battle, and never retreat.
    Their faces shall shine. Their lives shall be whole.
    Because of the kindness of a few DC souls.

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Shadow Play

    Soft cries echo and end
    sorrow wafts in air stilled by death.
    Again, calls the reaper
    and again.
    Pestilence our foe, conquers
    Yet as the darkness prevails
    We struggle to repel it's icy mantle
    another falls.
    So it continues for millennia
    Unheeding of our misery,
    Disease prances among our children
    Blight thieves our wise
    No retort had we to offer
    No weapon keen enough
    Nor might nor power grand enough
    To dissuade the scourges of mankind
    Now comes to the darkness
    Our pinpoint's glean.
    Flickers perhaps to disappear
    Then strengthening it gathers
    And another glimmer faint
    joins the first
    Tiny fireflies in the vast blackness.
    Coalesced and emboldened
    We gather to abate ill's encroachment
    Resolute in our struggle.
    Vast and daunting the dark cloak of disease.
    Weak our light
    Blackness' edge we shall not spy.
    We care not, onward we battle.
    For generations beyond us
    In shimmering brightness
    Shall stream shafts of light
    Upon the dark pestilence
    Long after the glow had begun.
    And our small torches have fallen
    Yet others will raise their beacons
    And carried them forward
    Toward a time without ill.
    This end is all we ask
    Naught for us, but for them

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    The Eyes Have It.

    Yet another child died today.
    Just one of many,
    The fate ubiquitous,
    Yes, this I know.

    But...
    This time I knew her
    This time I cared
    I though I had cared before.
    But I am foolish
    And selfish.

    I had gotten lost,
    In many things,
    Ambition and pride,
    Greed and personal angst.
    While all around me
    The children died.

    Not alone or in pairs
    But by the thousands.
    Afraid...
    Have you ever seen a frightened child?
    Terror in a toddler's eyes?
    I pray you never do...

    Naught else
    will so shred your being,
    as the desperate, pleading look
    In a soul too young to understand.

    Glance around
    At you sister, or daughter
    Niece or charge.
    Imagine watching them perish
    Feel the helplessness,
    Anguish, even anger.

    We bicker and we rant.
    and they die.
    We protect our pride and our place.
    and they die.
    We say we're better than each other
    still they die.

    The pain will fade with the memories
    The world goes on, I'm aware.

    Yes, this too shall pass
    But shall it pass unnoticed?
    Should it pass unnoticed?

    Perhaps you see...perhaps not.
    Is their pain less, since we can forget?

    Thus I ask; "Do you care?"

    "Enough?"

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    What Makes a DC Hero?

    Can we judge him by his visage?
    Or color, height or dress?
    Shall we decide the kind of man
    By his deeds... or something less?

    The heroes that I've come to know
    Have been as different as they could.
    They vary in so many ways
    save one, their heart is good.

    Some have a deep brown hue of skin
    I'm closer to pale grey.
    Some have a great wild shock of hair,
    Most of mine has gone away.

    Some are missing some important bits
    Some can only halfway see
    Some are from venus as as you know
    They are as crazy as can be.

    The beauty of my heroes
    Is not that which I can see
    But in souls purely golden
    Finest of humanity.

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    How many tiny hands go cold,
    Before we let loose of our gold?
    How many souls must reaper shred?
    How many children cold and dead?

    What does it take to make you fight?
    To end this ill, to stop this blight?
    How many fathers drying tears?
    Of mum's who've lost their little dears?

    A newborn's life for that new suit?
    A mother's breast for a pair of boots?
    Grandpa's wisdom exchanged for beer
    WHAT DOES IT TAKE to make you hear?!

    For every box that idles by
    We make our choice to let them die
    How much more selfish can we be?
    Let's damn them all to eternity.

    "Electric bill is way to high".
    So let another victim die.
    "I want to drive a nice new car."
    Who cares of those whom cancer's scarred?

    Little do I ask of you
    You know that which you need to do.
    All that a hero needs to say.
    "I built another box, today."

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    A tribute to my teenage son, a DCer and a great man. I'm proud of you.

    The Hand

    Stands a man in defiance.
    Jaw set with resolve.
    One among billions,
    what can he alone solve?

    In a can by the sink
    He stashes each night
    The money he's saved
    for his cause, for the fight.

    A few coins at a time
    Or a dollar or two
    It's may not be much
    But it's all he can do

    Then one day he spys
    Anothers hand in the can
    Not to take any out
    But to put some more in.

    A teenage boy
    With a heart made of gold.
    Says "I want to help."
    "I want my Dad to grow old"

    He shied from the glory
    Hid his kindness from all
    A good cause his motive,
    Heard and heeded the call

    Few things more humbling
    Then realization which comes
    When a dad is outshone
    By the light of his son

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    A sharing of the despair of a personal loss.
    Many will understand.
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    A darkened room
    A corner of the floor
    There, in placidity I sit and reflect.

    The space vacant
    Dust dancing in a stray shaft of light, my only companion.
    I search myself

    Seeking answers
    No…emotions…
    I can not find how I feel.

    You are gone.
    I contemplate "forever"
    Such a simple word for such import

    No anger, no sadness
    You asked for neither
    I am hollow.

    Hours pass
    Mostly void.
    Brief, fiery moments of blinding, raging fury
    Then nothingness

    Creeps in sorrow
    I could have done without sorrow.
    There seems no end to the silent tears

    Hours pass
    My dusty playmates fly
    Each memory of you another teardrop

    In vivid recollection
    Your face leaps into focus
    As always; smiling, laughing
    Please, please…. No more

    Sobs, no longer silent
    I stare at empty hands that will never again hold you,
    And watch tears fall through my fingers
    Perhaps the emptiness was better?

    To there I retreat.
    And watch the dust dance
    Where is my strength?
    Always I have endured.
    Unflappable, no longer

    This too shall pass.
    This too shall pass
    A mantra repeated
    Hours pass.

    Silence is thick and heavy.
    I speak a timid "Goodbye"
    Scarcely audible,
    It is the best I can do.

    Croaked unintelligibly,
    In a whisper
    I tried to be stronger
    But no more voice can I find

    I will try again
    Gathering all the fortitude I possess
    I stand and breathe.
    Focus strength
    I utter the words.
    In death could you hear them?
    For, with every ounce of effort,
    I could muster no more that a feeble whispering.

    "I love you." "Goodbye"

    Untitled
    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    'Til death do us part.
    Nay, not e'en then
    You'll endure in my heart
    'Til I meet you again.

    Eyes closed deny tears
    Yet they come all the same
    As the wind in the leaves
    Softly whisper your name

    I am who I am
    Through your counsel and tending
    Now with iron resolve
    And with patience unending...

    I shall battle the monster
    Who has stolen away
    This piece of my heart
    Where you've always stayed.

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Just call me Mr. Average
    Nothing special, just a man
    Hard work by day, and daddy at night
    One of millions throughout the land.

    Each night my boys come running
    to greet me at the door.
    A prouder man you've never seen,
    Nor one who loves them more.

    So can you really wonder
    Why I say the things I do?
    Why I spend my hard-earned dollar
    On a DC box or two?

    For a better life for little Ben
    or great-big brother Drew...
    These best young men I've ever known,
    Deserve the best that I can do.


    "Just a Dad"
    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    We do this for them
    Those yet to be born
    We do this for those
    Whose memory we mourn

    We do this for mom
    Who is counting her days
    We do this for children
    Who are too weak to play

    We do this for those
    who can't do for themselves
    We do this with honor
    and take pride in ourselves

    I do this for you
    and you do it for me
    For those future times
    We cannot foresee.

    We never shall falter
    We shall never forget.
    Our enemy, disease,
    Shall not go un-met

    Though our warriors are silent
    and our battlefield unseen
    Our resolve is as real
    as any soldier's should be

    Toward a day without sorrow
    Toward a life without pain
    Toward a world where the best
    and the worst...are the same.

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Dragon Slayers
    I heard a friend speak, his tone betraying,
    Born too late for dragon slaying,
    No gleaming armor shining brightly,
    Maidens rescued, feasts done nightly,
    Steel swords singing, battles fought,
    Knowing what your deeds have wrought.

    No more battles fought with valor?
    Dragons gone, what does it matter?
    You speak wrongly friend of mine,
    We fight the Monsters of Our time.
    The clash of steel, the battle cry?
    We have to watch our loved ones die!

    Throw the gauntlet, sound the horns,
    Cancer waits for our unborn,
    Heed the call, take up the cry,
    Let's not let another die!
    We fight with boxen, crunching, humming,
    Against desease the [H]orde is comming.
    We rally [H]ard, we stand as brothers,
    Cancer laughs and takes another.

    Dragons gone? Not quite my friend,
    We have yet to see the end.
    Our battles are the harder now,
    No concrete answers tell us how,
    This blight to end we are committed,
    Defeat is not to be admitted.

    Rally round, heed the call,
    The Dragons back is to the wall,
    We will not quit, there's no surrender,
    It kills our loved ones, we remember.

    -Gaiden
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    We heed thy call
    We stand the ground
    This mighty dragon
    Is coming down

    We stand together
    We stand as one
    Until the battle
    Is finally done

    We battle strong
    We fight our best
    with the [H]
    upon our chest

    The dragon will fall
    and will be sweet
    NO SURRENDER
    NO RETREAT!

    -JKstang
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    The dragon’s fire is hot no doubt
    Though he’ll not live throughout this bout
    I’ll fight him gnashing tooth and nail
    He’ll not pierce this [H]oly mail
    Each link and ring forged with spite
    Against the devil’s darkened might

    I fight daily to cease his flames
    To revenge all those he has maimed
    I will not die during this battle
    Until I hear his death rattle
    Although his death he will protest
    We will be through with this ungodly pest

    My machines, they scream!!!
    in scorching pain
    Overclocked to the HILT!
    and back again
    Cooler weather is very near
    Dragon’s flesh they hope to sear
    When one falls in battle it is replaced
    To find dragon’s blood to spill and taste

    Through sweat and strife
    We fight with [H]onor
    To save our sons
    if not
    our daughters

    The day is done yet I’m not through
    The fight I’ll continue beside my crew

    -Darkeone
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    A Hero's soul called Draggone Bane
    By good king's behest, hence he came

    Pure of heart and kind of soul
    To banish demonspawn, his goal

    Awesome visage, borne of might
    Bringst hence mighty thews to fight
    Glinting steel edge flashing bright
    A vanquished foe, o' glorious sight

    Though even heroes age and pass
    Spirit lives and and honor lasts

    To spring forth heroes of today
    A hero's soul to join our fray

    -relic
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Our faith rings true
    Our hearts ne’er failing
    While trying to cure those
    Suffering and ailing

    Our WUs overdue
    Our Boxen overheating
    The disease we fight
    Will never forget this beating

    We buy, then we build
    More Boxen for our guild
    To destroy the one
    For the many caskets he filled
    With neon and chrome we honor thy boxen
    Shiny and sexy but numbers a rockin’

    Our families, friends might ne’er understand
    Why we build, crunch and fold
    Throughout this great land
    By dawns early light will the [H]orde stand
    Side by side one another
    From snowy mountains to desert sands

    Our shield the [H] shines proud and gleaming
    Our motto and creed forever will be ringing

    -Darkeone
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    The dragon roars flexing a limb,
    And takes another upon its whim.
    It takes a soul and leaves a heap,
    Resting secure within its keep.

    The warriors that charge in haste,
    Lay strewn upon the floor, a waste.
    No blade or brawn can kill this beast,
    Nor keep it from its ghastly feast.

    The dragon sated rests supine,
    and hears a shrill and distant whine.
    It has no need to quake in fear,
    For the distant machines do not come near.

    They sit instead, through night and day,
    And ponder how to join the fray.
    Not in a fierce and bloody fight,
    But simply by increasing light.

    The light of knowledge, the might of wonder,
    Shall rip the fearful beast assunder.
    And so the boxen strain and test,
    While mortal men apply their best.

    As a candle on a dark night lit,
    Each of us contributes a little bit.
    As each bit joins with thousands more,
    A light is cast upon the door.

    And when the light becomes the key,
    The dragon shall see its enemy.
    The families and friends that remain,
    Driven by sorrow, rage, and pain.

    No single warrior, no heroic knight,
    An army of thousands win the fight.
    Not gifted with battle skills divine,
    But willing to say "We draw the line!"

    The dragon flinches as in pain,
    From a faceless foe it can't explain.
    The dragon's walls willl tumble down,
    Upon the day a cure is found.

    And so the boxen hum and think,
    Searching for the elusive link.
    To shed some light, to find a key,
    To do their part for humanity.

    I pay the bills to make them hum,
    A small amount, a modest sum.
    And with each day I offer a prayer,
    To one day be a dragon slayer.

    -Chugiak
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    The Dragon rears it's scaley head,
    Insatiable, hungry, it wants fed.
    Glowing eyes scan the crowd,
    Soundless roar, yet too loud.
    That one will do nicely says he,
    Say goodbye, no time for pleas.

    Another valiant warrior dies,
    He had no chance, the children cry.
    One more dead, we were too late,
    The Dragon's taught me well to hate.
    I seethe and rage upon his grave,
    He was compassion, died so brave.

    He lived his life like very few,
    Helping everyone he knew.
    In times of war, he fought with valor,
    Medals decorate the funeral parlor.
    If we found the cure at noon,
    It could not be at all too soon.


    In memory of my Uncle, he was a good man, I already miss him.

    -Gaiden
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    The BEAST is here
    And IT feeds on our fear
    As IT devours our loved ones
    And those we hold dear

    IT hears not our cries
    Ignores anguished pleas
    As IT turns on us all
    To inflict IT's disease

    To the future we look
    Though not open as a book
    Til the day we avenge
    All the lives that IT took

    Through this darkness, this blight
    We struggle, We fight
    Keeping our aim focused
    Our goal in sight

    Until the day
    IT shall turn and flee
    Amidst joyous shouts, tears and glee
    Let within each of us, [H]ard Brothers
    A desire burn
    To fight on for eternity
    For the cure we yern!


    In memory of loved ones lost and the hope for loved ones yet to be saved....

    -ByteDown[H]ard
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Dragon Slayers,
    we all might be,
    Together, as a team,
    for humanity.

    The task is hard,
    It takes not one or two,
    But with strength in numbers,
    Our thousands will do.

    For the dragon is a mighty beast.
    A foe that's not slowed in the least.
    We must stand tall, proud,
    Donning our battle shroud.

    For if we are to prevail,
    In our quest,
    We must be put forth
    Our very best.

    So draw your swords,
    Mighty brethren,
    We must make haste,
    To fight the dragon.

    Through this poem,
    I do converse,
    Though it's really,
    Only one verse.

    For my voice,
    Is one and alone.
    But it has been joined by you,
    Hope be known.

    Together we make a chorus of voices,
    Thundering like waves on the shore.
    Each contributing his part,
    Striving to do much more.

    For the battle we fight,
    is great,
    We must for now trust,
    in fate.

    So keep those boxen
    crunchin',
    We'll find the cure and stop
    at nothin.

    Prepare for battle,
    my friends,
    We won't stop,
    until it ends.

    -Medieval
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Close To Home
    Well, I have some bad news, my mother called me tonight. She told me that she has breast cancer. She did tell me they caught it early and she will have surgery on Tuesday to remove the lump. We won't know until Friday if it has spread any further. If it hasn't she'll take a pill for 5 years. If it has, then they wil do radiation therapy. Either way it sucks.... Here are my thoughts right now:


    Well, that fucking beast is bold,
    It has decided to take hold,
    On my mother, that son of a bitch,
    Now isn't this rich.

    The timings all wrong, as I'm without power,
    Why now? I could not be any lower.
    So the beast needs to pick a fight?
    With one of so little might?

    For my mother has cancer, luckily it's small,
    But what if it were worse? ...would she fall?
    So I ask of you, the brethren of the [H]orde
    What have you got? Are we mice or lord?

    Time to bring down the hatchet, chop the head off the beast.
    For if we are to win, we must not be intimidated in the least.
    I say its time for a thrust, a stab for the heart.
    I'll use what I have, although it's a small part.

    Times a wasting as we bitch and we moan,
    Over life's small things we groan.
    Bigger things are here to take our lives.
    Will you help to save children and wives?

    So I've done a big part in the past,
    But for me it didn't last.
    My faith in you I have cast,
    May we kill the beast now at last.

    -Medieval
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    I ready myself
    to continue the fray
    and am reminded again
    of the price we pay
    The tears we shed
    for loved ones lost
    our souls are torn
    such is the cost
    The dragon feasts
    upon the bones
    and hears not our
    anguished moans
    Our pleas for mercy
    go unheeded
    the Dragon rages
    unimpeded
    We carry on
    championing the cause
    of wresting the innocent from
    Dragons Jaws
    So send forth you all
    uncountable prayers
    God bless the Quest
    of the Dragon Slayers

    -ByteDown[H]ard
     
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    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    In waning twilight a lone figure leans into the merciless winds of the steppes, the bitter cold biting through his threadbare cloak and ragged boots. Encroaching darkness softens his gaunt, war-weary visage, but it cannot hide the determination in his stride. The tattered edges of his cloak snap and flail with every gust, revealing battleworn armor, much repaired. In scarred hand he carries the tool of his trade. A battered sword shines with the gleam of well-kept steel that cannot hide the wear of a thousand battles.

    With a stare as icy and piercing as the frigid winds, he surveys the desolate landscape, spying minute clues to the passing of his enemy. His nemesis, the slayer of his kinfolk, covers his tracks well. A hint of a smile briefly flashes as he examines the faint scratches on a rock left by a giant steely claw. He has not lost his foe.

    For years the warrior and his like have pursued this dealer of indescriminate death, slayer of old and young. Without riches, unprovisioned, supported by only their own wits, they have hounded their enemy.

    Victory is scarce for this wretched band of ragtag heroes. Hope is feeble provision, honor a thin cloak, but it will suffice. There shall not be respite for their adversary, no place of rest nor comfort. Though each warrior sacrifices of himself, it is for the greater good of all they struggle onward.

    Warriors...
    Heroes...
    Brothers...

    Wrap you torn cloak about you.
    Face the bitter winds and march on.
    Raise your sword arm high and shout defiance
    The [H]orde cometh...

    -relic
     
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    Wishing you all A [H]appy Holiday

    'Twas the night before Christmas, and downstairs in the dark
    The farm silently crunches, sans complaint or remark.
    In a small pool of light, tools scattered about.
    Sits a lone man determined to win the next bout.

    Upstairs two young men work by tiny flashlight
    They snuck out of bed after dad said goodnight.
    With screwdriver in hand they would toil 'til morn.
    To finish the gift for those yet to be born.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter,
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
    When what to my tired eyes should appear,
    But a carload of [H]ers bearing boxen and beer.

    They formed up a line and lifted an [H] banner,
    And marched to the door with screwdriver and spanner
    With boxes of parts, friendly smiles and cheer.
    I knew that the [H]eroes had just made it here.

    Now Mike, now id01, now killer, and Kurtz
    On Jedi and Rumble, Medieval and Rusty
    As they all settled in for a long night of "D"
    They laughed and they joked through the box building spree.

    As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    Parts flew into boxen as the morning drew nigh
    And just as the sun chased the darkness away
    The [H] was asleep amidst the boxen they lay.

    A bright shaft of light, to begin a new morn
    Streams into the room where the boxen were born
    Voices from on far whisper "thank you so much"
    As each hero in turn felt the warm friendly touch

    -relic
     
  26. MidnightFreak

    MidnightFreak [H]ard|Gawd

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    I fold for points
    I smoked a few joints
    I like to win
    Is that a sin?

    The end.



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  27. eflowers

    eflowers n00b

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    Folding away like my dad
    All sucked up WTF happened
    A disease hit him....
    Thats why I run this prog-
     
  28. Leadman584

    Leadman584 Limp Gawd

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    I fold,
    I fear,
    I watch friends die.

    I hope,
    I pray,
    I get high.

    I see the day,
    I see the night,

    I beg for more,
    to join the fight.



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  29. RagingSamster

    RagingSamster 2[H]4U

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    Alzheimer's was the doctor's refrain
    My mother left the world in bedridden pain
    My father stood by her until the end
    when at last in heaven, clear minded she would lend
    her voice to the saints that cry out to me
    "There is a cure, FIND IT!" was their plea.
    So now the boxen are folding like mad
    To find the cure I wished she'd had
    to end it's grasp, to search with a fine-toothed comb
    my boxen are folding, folding@home




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  30. Jester The Frog

    Jester The Frog n00b

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    As you may all guess by "Jester The Frog" I'm a Folding Frog :) ,
    Just registered here to pay a small tribute to Relic (again, remember "Jester" from Ocau)
    read all the verse Relic posted at Ocau, and a little while later moved to my current team, but still dropped in now and then to keep up with Relics musings, some thought provoking enough for me to take a time out, to stop and look around, to take stock of what is imortant.
    And so was born "time To Reflect", a thread similar to this one, which in no small part was inspired by Relic,
    So as a simple thank-you, one small verse:

    Folding on.

    So another week over,
    a few more Wu's to the score,
    thinking and planning,
    how to fold a few more,
    another machine in the pipeline,
    would sure help the fight,
    have to consider the cost,
    with a budget that's tight,
    the costs may be high,
    to keep folding on,
    but the rewards are so great,
    if we can save only one,
    One mother of a child,
    who can't understand,
    where mummy has gone,
    we must lend a hand,
    One husband and father,
    the loss is so great,
    to the family left behind,
    we must concentrate,
    One innocent child,
    the chance to grow old,
    taken away,
    how can we not fold,
    so, fellow folders,
    the costs may be great,
    but not folding at all,
    I will not contemplate.

    Thanks again Relic for your words from the heart,
    You are an inspiration to all.
    Fold On Brother Folders.
     
  31. relic

    relic [H]ard|DCer of the Month - August 2007

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    Welcome Jester.
    I left you a little note back at your home forum.
    Thank the frogs for me. :)
    Here's a quote so that the [H] folks don't have to hunt for it.

    Written in honor of Jester and the folding frogs in recognition of their contributions to the cause. -relic


    Ancient Heroes' Lore
    A future's ode to past heroes.

    Come hither children, I've a story
    Full of heroes of word and deed.
    Ago many years, they lived and fought,
    Still their legacy we reap

    They slew the dragons of their time
    With arms built by own hand
    with own coin, paid the war-tithe
    Banished our foes from our lands

    They called themselves "the folders"
    They were many thousand strong
    They battled enemies you've never known
    For those enemies are gone.

    If you read the tomes of history
    You might see the word disease
    A vicious unrelenting foe
    No one man could appease

    Thence came to us the folders
    Souls of mettle, fierce of heart
    Though they'd never reap the bounty
    which to us they did impart.

    Hence the legendary folders
    Kept alive the heroes' lore
    To bring us to this modern age
    When illness is no more.
     
  32. 3WAYsplit

    3WAYsplit [H]ard|Gawd

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    I'll fold through the day
    and long into the night..
    Knowing that cause deep
    in all our hearts we know
    that we must fight, fight,
    fight!!! With every hour,
    minute, and day we all
    spend folding we help
    save a life, and eventually
    cure for dread for disese..




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  33. DR_K13

    DR_K13 2[H]4U

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    rub-a-dub-dub
    I will fold for grub :D
     
  34. 99999

    99999 n00b

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  35. Tenchi4U

    Tenchi4U ¡el papa grande

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    I fold b/c I don't like wasted cycles, a computer should always be busy, that way it won't have time to evolve AI and take over the world....like in that one movie.

    Just kidding, I do it for the chicks! :D <hides deep-seeded pain under veil of humor>
     
  36. OldPueblo

    OldPueblo [H]ardness Supreme

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    I fold because I might have mad cows disease. :p I was living in Ireland during the initial outbreak or whenever it started becoming a big deal. I'm actually forbidden to donate blood indefinitely until some policy somewhere changes. :(

    Don't let the mooadness take me, fold you fools!
     
  37. magnusvir

    magnusvir [H]ard|Gawd

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    I fold because I like to enlarge my [H]s. :D

    And my granpa died of Alzhiemer's and my granma of cancer. :(
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  38. Kvothe

    Kvothe [H]ard|DCer of the Month - October 2006

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    I started to fold for fun (& a gmail account)...
    I continued borging for sport (down with the Aussies!)...
    I now want to help stop a disease that my family has thankfully been spared from (at least in my lifetime)...

    I started for the wrong reasons, but got sucked in by all the right ones!

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  39. Cheapdog

    Cheapdog Limp Gawd

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    My family has had every kind of cancer imaginable, I just had a tumor removed from my neck 2 months ago, and my girlfriend has diabetes.

    I borg every machine I touch. Anything I can do to help.
     
  40. cgrant26

    cgrant26 2[H]4U

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    Like many others, I started mostly for fun. Tody, folding has become much more personal to me.
    No one should ever have to loose a friend like this.

    Last Fri she had her first dose of chemo. We took her home and she seemed a lot better than when we first took her to the vet. She was eating again and even chased her ball a couple times. (tennis balls were her favorite thing in the world) She was really weak, but was in high spirits.
    On Mon she started not eating again and didn't even want to get up. I took her back to the vet and they figured she just had another infection from having a weak immune system. They gave her an IV and some antibiotics and they kept her overnight.
    Tues morning I got a call from the vet saying I should come in right then and that she was not doing so hot. With the baby, I managed to get there about an hour later. They told me she died 15 min before I got there.
    I'll tell you what, I've had many pets die before and as sad as it was, I got over it pretty quickly. Loosing Misty is going to hurt for a long time though. She had more personality, intelligence and the sweetest disposition of any dog I've ever seen.
    Loosing her to me is a lot like loosing my first kid. I'm not even sure it's sunk in yet as I keep expecting her to be laying at my feet waiting by the door when I walk in the door. I actually walked into the kitchen like I've been doing almost every day for the past 5 years and almsot put her food in her dish which I can't quite yet bring myself to get rid of. God damn this sucks.

    :cry:

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