do you call this love?
or is this sheer obsession
these days, I can't tell
do you call this love?
or is this sheer obsession
these days, I can't tell
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
these days, I can't tell
I am no more the same, dear,
I feel you in me!
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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Damn - beaten to it. Okay, I'll catch up.
do you call this love?
I learned that sour syllable
in another tongue
Edit: Wait, the last one's changing faster than any of us can write them. I'll try to get us back on track by covering the last two.
I feel you in me.
At least, I assume that's you.
These days I can't tell.
Last edited by MarkBastable; 02-09-2010 at 12:49 PM.
you're doing fine, Mark...Let me connect these two, kind of like that new Fill-in Haiku game...
I feel you in me
one love, one vow, but expressed
in another tongue
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
in another tongue
complexion of love is love
only heart matters.
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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Only heart matters
when one feels the passion's heat
flowing through my veins.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Flowing through my veins.
A swirling torrent of screams,
Yelling at my brains.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
yelling at my brains
right after that, dead silence
I cease to exist
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
I cease to exist
the air is warm and stagnant
and no sound to hear
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I cease to exist
nothingness evolves into
a vast nothingness
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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and no sound to hear
in the vacuum of silence
a vast nothingness
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
a vast nothingness
beyond possibility
unimpeded stare
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
unimpeded stare
across miles and centuries
till my eyes find you
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
unimpeded stare
penetrating through my soul
found home in my heart
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
till my eyes found you
the sight of your smile sought
found home in my heart
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
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