A little philosophy

[Thai-Samurai]

OK seeing as how my last thread was closed I'm actually a little scared of starting this one. But I really wanted to say what I have to say and I couldn't find anywhere else that would be appropriate enough to hold this material.
First I want to quote anonymouse, "dont waste cyberspace Thai-Samurai." At first glance that would be a very good poem as anonymouse stated right afterwards. However the more I thought about it, the more something stood out. Is wasting cyberspace an oxymoron? Because how could you waste something that doesnt exist. Or as the name implies, is only some kind of weird metaphysical entity somewhere out there. And by saying "don't waste" cyberspace, does that mean it's wrong to? Why is it wrong to waste something that doesnt exist? These questions have haunted me for the past two days.
Next, was it wise of the admin to close the thread, seeing as how I continued to waste cyberspace with this new Thread. You see if he hadn't closed that thread, I would've typed all this right after my completely pointless thread post "MORE POETRY!!!" But now I couldnt and had to start a new Thread. This leads to the question, did I waste cyberspace then, but not now? Or, did the admin waste cyberspace now, by closing what seemed to be wasted space before?
Please discuss:

[Thai-Samurai]

ok and to keep my promise here's a poem I right a long time ago:

An experiment could mean anything. so could life. for example, sitting around. listening to music perhaps. I am. And you wonder, what it is, that. Music keeps playing, There are comittments, goals, sights, and. Sometimes, you go on. Do they know? And then, sitting still, you kind of wait. You've repeated it, and so back again. Change, you think about it. And so you wonder. Next? Well this song, suits the purpose of now. There's a large mission ahead of me. So far this weekend. My computer. Assembly of one mass mind. Beginning the end; which means something about music probably. School, that was it. School is movement and an end of all things I suppose. Where else could I be? Ha ! bragging rights, comfort zone, sights, and sounds. Everything is about something, but as if for one thing to look at. Choices, where does one begin? Because. Staying here, is what is difficult. Must hold down. It happens. But leaving changes. So... I wish there was a guitar, that always won. Or maybe a change of beat, transitions. Time to move. I'm going to fix my bed because the inside wool rolls to the left while im sleeping for some reason. I have three blankets.

[Thai-Samurai]

Heres one that makes more sense, sorry if u gusy arent in this kind of mood.but here goes

Life is like a ship sinking in the ocean.
Everyone on board is sharing the same feeling of sadness.
And then a passenger pulls out his violin and plays a sad song.
And that is who we are. Not the people on the ship,
but the music coming from the violin.
We don't need to be here, but without us how could anything be soreal.

[loseyourname]

You waste cyberspace by wasting server space. Everything on this site is on a piece of hardware somewhere, with a finite amount of memory space. You waste bandwidth, too.

[Thai-Samurai]

allright close this one too

[ckBejug]

Why don't you please put your poems into the poetry thread? It always stays at the top and everyone contributes to it without making ten threads about the same thing. Thanks!