mealltach
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i just wrote this poem on the spot. i can't begin to describe how much i FEEL right now. just feel. just...i don't know. please give me feedback, criticism is very welcome!
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i'm in purgatory.
as i drift from one extreme to the other,
i realise i am ruled by base desires.
i have waged this battle for too
many years. intellectual gnomes waved frantically
to get my attention,
but i was not watching. my eyes were
elsewhere.
the music throbs gently within me,
my body moves with the gentle whispers
of the piano.
i embrace my vehicle: my passions.
the torture reverberates within me, and yet, i am not afraid.
because i am
stronger
because i know
beauty
because i can feel, and
because i can think.
i am alive, and you who reads this,
you are also alive.
the fact that,while you read this, you can feel my life
(you can even taste it if you try), has rendered me awestruck.
and that you can breathe, as can i, perhaps even in the same rhythm,
is too much for my small mind to fathom.
perhaps one day time will fold in on itself
and you will tell me it is going
to be alright...
perhaps i love you.
it will be intellect guided by passions.
it will be desires satisfied.
it will be all, and it will be ideal.
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look closer.
[This message has been edited by mealltach (edited 13 January 2001).]
***
i'm in purgatory.
as i drift from one extreme to the other,
i realise i am ruled by base desires.
i have waged this battle for too
many years. intellectual gnomes waved frantically
to get my attention,
but i was not watching. my eyes were
elsewhere.
the music throbs gently within me,
my body moves with the gentle whispers
of the piano.
i embrace my vehicle: my passions.
the torture reverberates within me, and yet, i am not afraid.
because i am
stronger
because i know
beauty
because i can feel, and
because i can think.
i am alive, and you who reads this,
you are also alive.
the fact that,while you read this, you can feel my life
(you can even taste it if you try), has rendered me awestruck.
and that you can breathe, as can i, perhaps even in the same rhythm,
is too much for my small mind to fathom.
perhaps one day time will fold in on itself
and you will tell me it is going
to be alright...
perhaps i love you.
it will be intellect guided by passions.
it will be desires satisfied.
it will be all, and it will be ideal.
------------------
look closer.
[This message has been edited by mealltach (edited 13 January 2001).]