Nietzche
Bluelighter
Those days he just wandered,
Immersed in the past,
Former bastions of innocence
he clings to his last . . .
The Cardinal never sung
And the bluelight has dimmed
Archival resurgence
Those lines, had he penned?
Delicate sails of gossamer
Feeble though they tug
A ship whose cargo hold bares
The most potent of drugs
Begged had he boldly
And met with delight
More torment and anguish
Than he’d known in his life.
He looked out bellow
But lost all his focus
Cast off of a hill
That once was his fortress.
He thinks it now time
He said his goodbyes
And steer clear of the hill
Where he no longer resides.
There he can’t linger,
Those days now are gone
So he builds his resolves
And hope they’re not wrong.
Though he doesn’t know how,
He is sure he knows when,
(Perhaps it is now, Perhaps it was then?)
But whenever he does it
He’d soon leave his friends.
One in particular
Will pose the worst test
Her memories beholden
Were most picturesque.
Saved up in his mind
He has so much to say
But when put off indefinably
His words went astray.
He’d tell her he loved her
But will not say more
He lacks the courage and
the words, torn on the floor.
”I can make it so easy,
I’ll just say goodbye.?"
But he knows in his heart
That those words are a lie.
So now he just lingers
And wonders about the past
And his remaining innocence
He hopes will still last.
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I beseech you to accept
This sad poem of mine
And view it as a porthole
Into the tortures which last week
Afflicted my mind.
[ 08 February 2002: Message edited by: Nietzche ]
Immersed in the past,
Former bastions of innocence
he clings to his last . . .
The Cardinal never sung
And the bluelight has dimmed
Archival resurgence
Those lines, had he penned?
Delicate sails of gossamer
Feeble though they tug
A ship whose cargo hold bares
The most potent of drugs
Begged had he boldly
And met with delight
More torment and anguish
Than he’d known in his life.
He looked out bellow
But lost all his focus
Cast off of a hill
That once was his fortress.
He thinks it now time
He said his goodbyes
And steer clear of the hill
Where he no longer resides.
There he can’t linger,
Those days now are gone
So he builds his resolves
And hope they’re not wrong.
Though he doesn’t know how,
He is sure he knows when,
(Perhaps it is now, Perhaps it was then?)
But whenever he does it
He’d soon leave his friends.
One in particular
Will pose the worst test
Her memories beholden
Were most picturesque.
Saved up in his mind
He has so much to say
But when put off indefinably
His words went astray.
He’d tell her he loved her
But will not say more
He lacks the courage and
the words, torn on the floor.
”I can make it so easy,
I’ll just say goodbye.?"
But he knows in his heart
That those words are a lie.
So now he just lingers
And wonders about the past
And his remaining innocence
He hopes will still last.
-------------------------------
I beseech you to accept
This sad poem of mine
And view it as a porthole
Into the tortures which last week
Afflicted my mind.
[ 08 February 2002: Message edited by: Nietzche ]
