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Little Joy |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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It affords me little joy here. Shrivelling my swollen mass to a tiny creature outweighed by atmosphere, I can't see any part of me. My hands close upon the warmest strand, the instinct of a child to feed from the parent, brings comfort among this dull insanity. Tethers constrain my senseless need for flight, these arms too brittle to propel let alone hope to soar. The ground below moves at vast speed only I am still, turn for a blank wall. Lose myself in its accord. I could scale out of my jar; I don't need the stale pin hole for existence, draw my last feeble breath. Everything is in distorted buoyancy, only I am anchored in zero gravity. I hang from glass I was born somewhere on its palliate tissue. Broken skin seems like its been raining parts of me for weeks on end. Pollinate the voids with my limbs, arms flap like wings gripping legs and spinning in antiseptic dizziness. The head is always the last to crack open. I am not afraid no longer scared of what may be, the future can rush upon me in relentless loco commotion. I will forever spin from one circumference, fallopian bound I may never venture beyond me. =================== repost from Critical Analysis. "The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar " Richey Edwards. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
'tis too deep for quick sweep... I'll be back for a re-read... Sunny ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I will forever spin from one circumference, fallopian bound I may never venture beyond me. --------------- oh ouch...where is me tylenol ... this one 4 sure makes me head hurt... way deep... take the lid off the jar and fly my friend very cool Bri- you and that imagery... you and those metaphors ... me and my tylenol LOL later-prophet-gator jm |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi Karilea, I look forward to your further thoughts on the poem. Heh Jan, thanks for the reply. I don't know if I want to fly, I think I am getting used to my jar. This is what happens when listen to radiohead's OK Computer constantly for a few days. Thanks for your wonderful words, maybe I will spread those wings. "i'll take a quite life. a handshake some carbom monoxide. no alarms and no surprises. silent" Radiohead no surprises < !signature--> "Death makes angels of us all and put wings where we once had shoulders, smooth as raven's wings. Jim Morrison [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-08-2000).] |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Geez Brian, I don't know what to say, again an awesome piece of writing. Seeing that my husband has the Radiohead OK Computer Cd sitting here in front of me. I think maybe I will listen to it, and see if I can gather some of how you write so well. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
hi LD thanks for your wonderful response. I have been listening to that album all week, no wonder I got this big frown on my face LOL though your kind words has lifted it.  see. The album is one of my favourites, never fails to send a chill down my spine. Lucky-Radiohead. i'm on a roll i'm on a roll this time, i feel my luck could change kill me sarah * kill me again * with love It's gonna be a glorious day * pull me out of the aircrash * pull me out of the lake * cause i'm your superhero * we are standing on the edge * the head of state has called for me by name * but i don't have time for him * it's gonna be a glorius day * i feel my luck could change. "Death makes angels of us all and put wings where we once had shoulders, smooth as raven's wings. Jim Morrison |
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