It won', just won't die,
This dream of playing guitar.
Strumming my life down.
It won', just won't die,
This dream of playing guitar.
Strumming my life down.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Strumming my life down
Eating out of my food stock
Await visitor
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." --*Helen Keller*
Await visitor—
Will you bring me new flowers?
Old withered away—
Old withered away—
Cannot recall when they died,
Folded into dust…
Folded into dust…
Always ashes to ashes,
No mortal remains…
No Mortal remains
For long by my tombstone—
Set down flowers—flee
Set down flowers—flee,
But the circle continues—
The Reaper comes soon…
Others will leave you
Tiny quiet remembrances
And then flee as well…
Last edited by Pendragon; 04-03-2007 at 09:25 AM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
And then flee as well
to blissful Harmony in
the passing of Time.
The passing of Time
Passing time and time again
Vile Eternity
Vile Eternity
Scathing hot nothingness around
Surrounds me, kills me
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
Surrounds me, kills me
and brings me back from the dead
again and again
~The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar WildeTo get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies.
Again and again,
I hear your lost voice echo
Within my numb heart.
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
within my numb heart
reconciled to solitude
echoes lost lovers
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
echoes lost lovers
against the darkened backdrop
where music crackles
where music crackles,
hateful notes ring in the air,
and send me reeling.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
And send me reeling
So I untangle, pondside
The surface tension
The surface tension
a mirror in my teacup
breaks by a caress.
"Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go" Blake
Breaks by a caress
The glass heart and jealous lie
Of winter's embrace
burn and rage away
like the fat man that you are
do you understand
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