i am losing... it. wish to define it for me? don’t, you will fail.
poetically licensed linched lacerated...
you may win over suspicion, you will never win over knowledge
the sword is mightier than the word
the woman is a work of art. talented, isn’t he? the devil
love is but a delusion, albeit a very persistent one
i prepared, a long time ago, another personal sheet. times change, life changes, sheets change. love doesn’t. a curse i carry willingly.
don’t look for reality in my writes. you don’t have to. it is there. i did, though, throw up in the air a few hundreds of poems scribbled on screeching tires and sleepy feet and company subsidized meeting papers, and they fell around me in perfect gaussian-defying chaos.
then i started picking them up longitudinally. i flooded you for a long time with love and its screaming beauty.
then latitudinally and i will flood you with love and its screaming.
then randomitudinally to flood you with love and its. what? you’ll see. maybe. up to your eyes.
obtuse? rhymes with suffuse, with confuse. doesn’t rhyme with sufussed with confusion. it does though. but sorry, right now i am in my obtect phase and can’t provide better. sorry. one day i may find those wings again and make some sense. one day. up to. hmm.
no, it is not my life, it’s absurd. my life. they’re not coming to take me away, ha ha...
unfortunately...
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poetically licensed linched lacerated...
you may win over suspicion, you will never win over knowledge
the sword is mightier than the word
the woman is a work of art. talented, isn’t he? the devil
love is but a delusion, albeit a very persistent one
i prepared, a long time ago, another personal sheet. times change, life changes, sheets change. love doesn’t. a curse i carry willingly.
don’t look for reality in my writes. you don’t have to. it is there. i did, though, throw up in the air a few hundreds of poems scribbled on screeching tires and sleepy feet and company subsidized meeting papers, and they fell around me in perfect gaussian-defying chaos.
then i started picking them up longitudinally. i flooded you for a long time with love and its screaming beauty.
then latitudinally and i will flood you with love and its screaming.
then randomitudinally to flood you with love and its. what? you’ll see. maybe. up to your eyes.
obtuse? rhymes with suffuse, with confuse. doesn’t rhyme with sufussed with confusion. it does though. but sorry, right now i am in my obtect phase and can’t provide better. sorry. one day i may find those wings again and make some sense. one day. up to. hmm.
no, it is not my life, it’s absurd. my life. they’re not coming to take me away, ha ha...
unfortunately...
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Night Hope : For You, Dear Scribe... on April 26
I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great
by Stephen Spender
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are fisted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.
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Night Hope on April 6
May Life & Love walk ever hand in hand, my Dear Friend...
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Sandi Alford on December 25, 2008Happy Holidays my friend, may the new year bring prosperity and joy!
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twinzy001 on November 23, 2008 Twinzy aka the Twinz
