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If You Should Curse Me: a dirum
May you get just what you deserve; may your means drive your ends; may all your enemies disguise themselves among your friends. May morning bring you no new light; may evening bring no ease; may your each action bring no … Continue reading
Let Loose Your Weapons: a dirge
Let loose your weapons, guns and swords! Forget your sovereign gods and lords! The old ways must be left behind for us to learn how to survive. Forget rigid philosophy that separates your me from thee, those ancient and quite … Continue reading
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Tagged death, dirge, evolution, futility, philosophy, poetic forms, sadness, senseless violence
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Don’t You Cry: a chanson
Don’t you cry, if there ain’t no happy ending. Don’t ask why, if it’s on truth that you’re depending. Sometimes it seems it’s just time wasted if you dream; but keeping on dreaming, just the same. Don’t you cry; the … Continue reading
Better Your Dream Dies Young
Better that your dream dies young, its promise as yet unfulfilled, a youthful willow Juliet to your enamored Romeo, than that it live until old age, when riddled through with cancer scars, its cracked voice jaded with regret, it makes … Continue reading
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Tagged disillusion, dreams, futility, Romeo and Juliet, sadness, youth
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Sometimes in Fits of Restless Pique
Sometimes in fits of restless pique I lose the will to even speak; and listening to voices lie reduces me to tears. I cry not for their souls in peril; no, but for a world that makes it so worthwhile … Continue reading