running aimlessly
in search for air to grab - what
maddness is in that?
running aimlessly
in search for air to grab - what
maddness is in that?
madness is in that
jump over the precipice
abandon caution
abandon caution
wine whistled on from the chains
screaming blood and gore
=rusty=
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
screaming blood and gore,
piercing soul, this is a place
whence ruth stays away.
=amateur=
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Whence truth stays away
I fall, and groan, without Him
Who giveth me strength.
Him meaning Christ
That's the first time I've written a haiku!
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
and its a damn good one!u clearly have talent, andya.
Who giveth me strength,
Wherefore hast thou left me sole?
Take me where thou art.
sorry i'm a total loser when it comes to archaic english
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
take me where thou art
yet in all seasons summer
places of the heart
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Places of the heart,
They be held within thy hands,
So, my love, take care.
In this seemingly never ending end of what we call- life, I live.
I live in regrets and they make me who I am. But without regrets- I would not know, what I know today.
He who dwells much on his past, he will miss the present- which then in consequence- will cause him to ruin his future.
So, my love, take care
Your life means a lot to some
Do you realize?
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Do you realize
I just passed gas...in a jug
for you to inhale
Do you realize?
The pain and sorrow you make,
Burns hard within me.
In this seemingly never ending end of what we call- life, I live.
I live in regrets and they make me who I am. But without regrets- I would not know, what I know today.
He who dwells much on his past, he will miss the present- which then in consequence- will cause him to ruin his future.
Ooops! I posted at the same time! haha...Originally Posted by ktd222
Do you realize
I just passed gas...in a jug
for you to inhale
Um, I'll do this one then =/
For you to inhale,
The true dying air of love,
Is grotesquely foul.
In this seemingly never ending end of what we call- life, I live.
I live in regrets and they make me who I am. But without regrets- I would not know, what I know today.
He who dwells much on his past, he will miss the present- which then in consequence- will cause him to ruin his future.
is grotesquely foul
yesterday's meal left over
together we ate
together we ate
drank and were merry, but now
you are gone from me
You are gone from me
I am left alone, undone,
why did you leave me?
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
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