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#230685 - 06/13/08 06:52 AM poem 17
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
Posts: 1988
Loc: durham, north england
Murcurial skill of starlings flight,
in peerless summer air,
from burning up my darling's light,
the ashes of her care.
From sweat and blood of healing hands,
the doings of my friends,
I'll fuel the path to unknown lands,
with ruins of their gems.

Or my own blood and essance burn,
To light a shining lamp astern,
so never from my courses turn,
until combustion ends.

ruthlessly I'll squander light,
that I should rightly save,
and try to touch on yonder hight,
the heavens that I crave.
I'll beg or steel or borrow wings,
to cut trails in the air,
to converse with tomorrow things,
With wind upon my hair.
and as i frolic like a fool,
Eating up the precious fuel,
forgetting conservation's rule,
And flirting with dispare.

for out of grey presentiment,
the chill slough of despond,
of clinging mysts of sentiment,
And depths with no beyond.
Out of the tomb i slowly built,
the leaden sute I'd found,
She wrenched the light that glowing spilt,
Upon the arid ground.
and oncemore naked here I lie,
Open to the spangled sky,
benieth the gaze of any eye,
that wants to pin me down.

Sometimes i gorge my dreaming sole,
on all that i can get,
And mount up from the screaming hole,
and needles of regret.
For as there's light and golden dance,
On starlit outer shores,
So waits the night and scolding chance,
and pain with gaping jaws.
It doesn't matter where I fly,
However skillfuly or high,
for soon I'll plummit from the sky,
And join the dark oncemore.

Yet all black glass can shattered be,
and out of splintered deeps,
With fully restored battery,
I'll climb the mountains steep.

I'll seak for light with senseless need,
a fuddled shambling bear,
And through kindness warmth and friendship feed,
A glutten on their care.
and once again I'll seak the wind,
ride the swift and streaming strand,
With no reguard for journey's end,
the caverns of dispare.

Dark light; light dark, recurrence wheel,
In endless spiral turn,
and not in dull ignorance feel,
the dazed unceasing run.

to look just prooves the quantum chance,
of unseen cycling lights,
Eternal as the atom's dance,
from night to day to night,
And caught upon the ripple's crest,
Half damned; half saved I hang and twist,
And never know a moment's rest,
However clear my sight.

"Stops the wind and drops the mill,
turbid is ambicious brill,
guild the farthing iff you will,
yet it is a farthing still"
"Yes I know, that is so"


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#230702 - 06/13/08 09:15 AM Re: poem 17 [Re: dark empathy]
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Luke,

Originally Posted By: dark empathy
guild the farthing iff you will,
yet it is a farthing still"
"Yes I know, that is so"

True, but as someone told me many years ago, a dollar is still a dollar, no matter how beat up it gets and how worn it looks. He gave me this one (from his birth year) so I would remember, and I still have it. It's in my pocket as I write these lines to you. \:\)


Much love,
Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#230731 - 06/13/08 11:44 AM Re: poem 17 [Re: roadrunner]
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
Posts: 1988
Loc: durham, north england
Hmmm Larry, to be honest that's a direct quotation from Buttercup's song in Hms pinafore. It was one of these things that just seemed to fit the mode of what I was doing here, ---- in fact it's a phrase I've had on my mind lately for some reason, and have been thinking about in terms of what's happening with me at the moment, ---- I think it is the suggestion of perminance and streightforwardness, ---- as well as the lack of worth you picked up on, ---- or maybye just that it's one of sullivan's really interesting cord sequences, I'm genuinely not sure, ---- but i remember what you said last time about randomness being revealing, so that's why i included it as an end to this one.


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#230734 - 06/13/08 12:18 PM Re: poem 17 [Re: dark empathy]
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Luke,

Interesting! So ... perhaps not random at all?

Much love,
Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#230776 - 06/13/08 06:46 PM Re: poem 17 [Re: roadrunner]
king tut Offline
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Registered: 02/13/08
Posts: 2466
Loc: UK
i don't mean to be off topic, but strangely enough i looked at the silver dollar that i have, i think my step grandfather had bought it in America because it has a frame, and that is my birth year, coincidence?

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I love you, little lewis, and i will never leave you. We are the same. You brighten my day, and i will make sure that i brighten yours. Hugs and kisses.


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#230782 - 06/13/08 07:19 PM Re: poem 17 [Re: king tut]
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Lewis,

He probably bought one from your birth year as a special present for you. That's a widespread tradition in the USA. One of my aunts used to buy my sisters and me bright shiny silver dollars every year for our birthdays.

I always liked receiving those shiny dollars and I never spent them. I still have them! But I like this old beat-up one best. \:\) It's very special to me.

Much love,
Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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