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Musings, late in a graveyard.
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Musings, late in a graveyard. |
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Daysleeper Member
since 2000-04-23
Posts 119 |
*** "While I wandered weak and weary..." I came upon a cemetery, and finding myself with time to spare, wandered around, reading names and feeling... empty. This is what I came up with later, when I tried to write about the feeling. *** Musings, late in a graveyard. One final futile grasp set to seize immortality, One last gasping stab, taken with marble and memory, Against the dawn of a forgetful future. Ludicrous lives, laughable deaths. Nothing means nothing now. Dying grass, crumbling stone, Un-beating hearts. We're all really alone. One bitter tear, wept for mankind, One haggard breath left in a sigh, Lost in voids once filled by love and hope. Ludicrous lives, laughable deaths. Nothing means nothing now. Dying grass, crumbling stone, Fading names. We're all really alone. Left a mark as a scar, Left your gash upon the earth. Why tie? Tie and try this place? God, fly, fly this place! If only you could have seen beyond mortal worth. Die! Die to this place! Death has many ranks. "We prefer to do things comfortably" said the Controller. "But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." "In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy." "Alright then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy." -Aldous Huxley "Brave New World" |
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Lucius Cade Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 235Saskatchewan |
Wow, very interesting. Visiting graveyards seems to bring on a new perspective on life. Great poem. Lucidity is the answer to all problems |
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