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Fate of Bliss


right now,
this dirty deed
I am prompted
to attend

should stall my hands
from a fate bliss

but my lips
are busy

and my ears hear,
nothing but excited
moans and heavy
breathing

I know-
I must repent
for this sin of lust

perhaps I will,
                tomorrow.



Author notes

My inspiration after reading some of Leonard Cohen's words...the words ive written above are my own experiences

a favorite...I can relate to

LOOKING AWAY

you would look at me
and it never occured to me
that you might be choosing the man of your life

you would look at me
over the bottles and the corpses
and I thought
you must be playing with me

you must think I'm crazy enough
to step behind your eyes
into the open elevator shaft

so I looked away
and I waited
until you became a palm tree

or a crow

or the vast grey ocean of wind
or the vast grey ocean of mind


now look at me

married to everyone but you


Copyright © 2001 Leonard Cohen.

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  • Heart Sutra
    January 30, 2008

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    thank you for sharing this with the contest...

    they always say "it easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission."


  • Janice M Pickett
    January 16, 2008
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    My Mal Mal doing it for us Cohen fans! YEH! I love his work. Always have.


  • Tam
    January 3, 2008

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    damn...

    this is an excellent write...
    stellar and stirring poetry...you are very gifted indeed...
    I love the Cohen poem you have posted as well...
    this write is begging for tin...
    Blessings! Tammy


  • just rob gold member
    January 2, 2008
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    Tomorrow indeed!

    Good stuff, I wish I could pare it down like this. Not a wasted letter.