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Fair amounts of Nothing |
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Don_Juan Member
since 2004-04-08
Posts 252Far from where I am going 
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featureless faces of foul foreclosures finding fair amounts of nothing within weak whispers of the wind horrible and hostile argumentative lips of cold steel scream in part intangible phrases what exactly do they mean? mute words fall on deaf ears orderly and organic growing fruitless products of never existing convienience a thousand lidless eyes rain down tears of nourishment to an offset obisidan landscape charred by voices of unworthy egomaniacs setting autumn fires off and running across lush plains home to home thrown to consuming whirlwinds for relocation smoke rises in skyscrapers assimilating to clouds black and unused they dissipate yeilding helpless sunlight to an obliterated landscape (sort a stream of conciousness poem. i hope you enjoy it) nice use of muffin |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
The City You said, ‘I will go to another land, I will go to another sea. Another city will be found, a better one than this. Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate; and my heart is – like a corpse – buried. How long will my mind remain in this wasteland. Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look I see black ruins of my life here, where I spent so many years destroying and wasting.’ You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas. The city will follow you. You will roam the same streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods; and you will grow gray in these same houses. Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other--- There is no ship for you, there is no road. As you have destroyed your life here in this little corner, you have ruined it in the entire world. C. P. Cavafy |
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