04-30-2005, 07:58 AM | #16 |
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ohh, pretty and punctual! :clapjoy:
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05-01-2005, 11:48 PM | #17 |
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this is one i really like:
"Pursuit", by Stephen Dobyns Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass - a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why? What treasure do I expect in my future? Rather it is the confusion of childhood loping behind me, the chaos in the mind, the failure chipping away at each success. Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen, then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other ever closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill. you know, i was just thinking of starting a poetry thread, but ya beat me to it :P
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05-11-2005, 07:38 AM | #18 |
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Prose, cry for help, or the meaningless ramblings of a madman, you decide.
I was a god. This is meant in no figurative terms other than the inherent implications of the statement. In truth, I intend with the declaration a very literal sense. Having the capacity to bend to will or whim various meteorologic and mental forces upon a global scale, I found the grandest of promise in my future portents. Furthermore, I was loved well by she whom I sincerely considered, and yet do, the quintessential form of the Goddess, and worshipped to such ends as to offer a collaborative essence in the mainstream quickening which she rode. I was a muse. I cannot count the possibilities of those songs I inspired across the board of popular culture, and yet can say with certainty, only one was a direct cry from these lips. It's intent was shattered by certain mortal circumstance, as was my propensity for prodigous literary endeavor, artistic integrity, and general empowerment in the higher intellectual means. I am the fool, dancing upon the hill. Was it her? Did she write in candor of my nature, as my mind spilled out in the seventh day and I died in the throes of a whores love? Had she expressed the multitude of languages and means of the absurd condition which I had come to be possessed by? Who can say, that message, amongst the many others, is eradicated. What I really wonder... Do any of you really know who I am, If so, please give a detailed description, because I completely lost my mind about a year and a day previous, and have little conception of what I was. All I can truly remember with any degree of certainty(Is this a predispoition to dementia's intimate hunger?) is that I was a god. Please help me find was it is to be us. |
05-17-2005, 07:40 PM | #19 |
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bleh
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12-29-2006, 03:35 AM | #20 |
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I really want this kind of league. Thoughts and poems are all rolled up into a lot of muses and inspirations. That is why, I want Jewel music and writings. I too have the flair on poetry. I will visit poetrybliss.com anytime soon.
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