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finding hope between the lines64535453: finding hope between the lines © Adam Kessler 2006finding hope between the lines
Must we e'er but Succeed and chase? Surely hope comes sooner.
Some day remember: First yearn of us, of you; From turning of hourglass
We begin to taper Inside, strange earth ever showing her deftness.
Others have lost Through sands as well, So why must we hold
The chime that strikes Beyond improbable; shaken nerve Not ours to steel.
As age serves but To hinder, small zenith Of death approaches.
Linger ever, an
by ~lord-kes-la
another visitanother visit © Adam Kessler 2006another visit
So, they will say, (as they always tend to - seems you can't state a sentence otherwise: so be it!) what now?
Of course, one must be careful, when probing: it's hard to tell what reticent scars might be whispered clear.
She's fine, Sir.
That sentence, of course, is never used properly, but truth is ambiguous anyway. Sure enough, she lies still. So who was right?
by ~lord-kes-la
Gerberas by a Neon TubeGerberas by a Neon Tube © Adam Kessler 2006Gerberas by a Neon Tube
We once looked out and saw the world In shades of green and blue Light shining over window panes And glistening brightly through We walked the ground And breathed the air And danced in roaring rain
And skipped across the blazing fields Oblivious to pain We once looked out and saw the world And sat beneath the sky And slept with leaves and grass and birds and clouds and fire, we died And once we looked and saw the world From not behind a screen From under hill and over creek And ’round the pa
by ~lord-kes-la
by ~lord-kes-la
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Please, no more words
thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
tell me once my heart goes right
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He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text
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I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul...
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'Well, blow me down and call me Charlie.'
'... Can I just call you Charlie?'
'No, you have to blow me too.'
*Awkward Silence*
'My bad. Please, just call me Charlie.'
'Thanks Jaz... Charlie.'
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I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul...
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Roses are dead
Violets die too
If I knew where you lived
You’d be dead too
Thanks
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I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul...
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Roses are dead
Violets die too
If I knew where you lived
You’d be dead too
--
I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul...
PEOPLE CAN BE MEAN EVEN WITH THE EMOTICONS!
(specifically, you might be one of those people who might elect to use this emoticon to be mean over msn)
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Though Lovers be lost, love shall not
and death shall have no dominion.
- Dylan Thomas
'We do not give to receive, we give to be received' - Jools Hamilton
Hmm, am I a fan of your poetry? Ahhh....yes.
Hope you're having fun in mallana.
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Though Lovers be lost, love shall not
and death shall have no dominion.
- Dylan Thomas
'We do not give to receive, we give to be received' - Jools Hamilton
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