Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
:)
smaller
the meteors get
the farther they travel
in the cosmic clime until they
vanish
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Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
:)
smaller
the meteors get
the farther they travel
in the cosmic clime until they
vanish
vanish
sorrow until
tomorrow; I'll throw you
in the trash bin, oh scurvy one
Be gone!
Be gone!
I have seen you
experienced you too
get lost with your ugly face,
sorrow!
sorrow
banished, light lives
amazing life-I dance
to unseen music; won't you dance
with me?
With me,
without the one
you were with yesterday.
Will you stay with me a little
longer?
longer
than the Nile is
the story of my life
it's an other Decamaron
to say
to say
life is love, and
love is life, leaves no room
for beauty and pain and desire
within
within
the mists we keep
our secrets to ourselves
while longing to break free of life's
constraints
constraints,
like chains, bind us
to the material
world, and our spirits drift off, lost,
searching
searching
like famed Horace,
jack of all trades, master
to none, true to philosophers,
steady
steady
to horizon,
sails unfurled, ready to
fly over wishes and dreams, with
bright face
bright face
like the bright moon
brightens the nights of my
life like the bright sun unveiling
at dawn
at dawn
Rome's tradition
returns with Horace' slaked
persona drawing Aristotle's
good sense
good sense
makes you feel good;
makes others feel good as
well; good sense also leads you to
drink bane
drink bane,
as Socrates,
would worry Plato when
reflecting on biblical fare
betides
betides
often the gloom
and glum the heart but the
life goes on and on on its steam
till last.
till last,
in Socrates
pure heart, that out might rise
the fabled myth of Adonis'
bloom coaxed
bloom coaxed,
nothing happened,
the pink rose bud withered
in the sirocco unable
to bloom
To Bloom?
Not you! Please, no!
To turn into something!
Horrible, uncontrollable
Resist!
Resist!
Will you? What for?
There is suffering enough;
If you want to escalate it
Resist!
Resist
fight to the end
the desire to submerge
your soul in the swamp of all souls
Rise up!
Rise up?
Pfft, My dear boy,
I know and, hell, you know
that I'll be standing over you ready
to push.
Rise up!
stand erect
shoulders straight head up
only then you can conquer what
you want
to push
someone into
the bog of suspicion
is like pulling a crocodile
by nose.
by nose
was Christian-reared
Cecilia dragged out past
the lions' cages to return
judgment
judgment
may have been wrong
what is trash for someone
may be treasure for someone else
Judge not.
judge not
join me, ally
trundle my wee foibles
and I will avail you of your
threshold
threshold,
the dark room waits -
the floor squeeks, curtains sigh
where the night crawls in the window
smiling
smiling
from ear to ear
Caesar's virgin warring
sense heard no threat in Gallic troops'
sashay
sashay
dance, waltz, occlude
with a rush of wings and
swing me round and higher than your
sweet dreams
sweet dreams
elude my grasp
detail my counscious mind
emphasize the world as I once
knew it
knew it
knew what you meant
but sweet dreams are remote
from these sleepless tired eyes of mine
My love!
My love!
My lottery-
ticket holder, what bitter-
sweet combination together
are we.
are we
treading the path-
the path of Romeo
and Juliet in our whims,
yes,no?
yes,no?
Fulvia sum
Cleopatra quid pro
quo Octavia willing round Marc's
haren.
Haren
and his spouse
name it Mrs haren
went out hitch hiking not knowing
where, why?
Sorry mazHur, that was a typo. I meant harem, not haren.Quote:
Originally Posted by alakungfu
where, why?
Never say die.
Scour the skies, sweep the plains;
finish what drove you to its last
waiver...
It's alright. Haren is also a word denoting many places as well as Irish surname:)
waiver
impossible
have been charged a quarter
for flooding erroneously
Geez, help!;)
Geez, help!
So many reps
after the meaning of
leaning on this charged driving sway
of life.