Reflecting our twisted bodies
doubling us to the very end of finite
until the very end of gesture
appearances are not what they seem
and the border - increasingly dense
separating the euphoric illusion
from the liberator though sad truth
is a trap in the confines of the finite
the spring as the fruit
of our games remains
dangerously hidden
which of us shall dare break the mirror
- and when?
Last edited by Jeos; 09-10-2012 at 05:01 PM. Reason: improving syntax
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws
Richard Francis Burton
What is this about?
Her hair was like a flowing cascade and her breasts were real awesome also.
My ***** Better Have My Money by Fly Guy
My ***** better have my money.
Through rain, sleet, or snow,
my ho better have my money.
Not half, not some, but all my cash.
Because if she don't, I'll put my foot dead in her ***.
you can easily find your way trough it my LitNet friend....
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws
Richard Francis Burton
Oh, Jeos. Doing philosophy in poetry again. There's a demographic that your writing would most certainly speak to, but this reader finds himself outside of it.
You and cafolini don't seem to understand that while they're the same thing, they're completely different things.
J
Oooh Jack ! Sorry if I daaare not agree with you.Notwithstanding...I improved the translation from portuguese (but this is more to you Rumfield).Now coming to you Jack...poetry isn't only making confessions, as often happens with you (but some are well written there I agree).What are your sources...? Read Pessoa man - amongst others...I will send to you some examples.
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws
Richard Francis Burton
Hey! They're not confessions! They're attempts to deal with this soul-crippling external world skepticism.
Message away, Jeos. Though this reader suspects he's already read fruitier continental philosophy than you might be giving him credit for.
J
EDIT: What do you mean, 'sources'?
Personally, obviously, I look for something I can relate to in what I read, that moment where I think that somebody caught a subliminal thought or re-painted a picture lost in my head, or took me to a place I have never been. Or in the case of Munkinhead with 'Butter on the harp' written in a style that puts fingers in your brain and massages it to orgasm.
If you are sending me a philisophical message, it didnt arrive.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
Hey Jerry pls change that...I mean your signature.
This is highly amusing: each time you say something on my texts I just have to use your signature as an answer...!
He noblest lives and noblest dies
who makes and keeps his self-made laws
Richard Francis Burton
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote
