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Friday, January 29, 2010
Liebestod
Liebestod
The lantern danced with the devil
Singing liebestod forever.
What a pair they were
Whriling and twirling in their ghastly delight
Lebiestod!
Liebestod!
Forever!
The devil was in the details of the dance
The lantern was is in the beauty
Round and round they went chanting their haunting song
While the lights cast an eery glow on the floor
Where their feet never seemed to touch
But in the end the dance must end
This ode to liebestod
Even the dance has to unite with the one it loves
And then they will spin the night away
In that waltz of life and death
Life and death are lovers
Who as they dance,
Can never touch the floor
And they cry liebestod forever!
Beauty and Madness
Beauty and Madness
see beauty
you are mad
see madness
you are beautiful
see nothing
you are dead
see the beautful lights
you are blinded
see hope
you are alive
alive you see beauty
but does that not mean that you are mad?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A Poem About Nothing
A Poem about Nothing
This poem has no point
It is not trying to tell a story
Or convey an emotion
It just IS
And that is all there is to it
No reason no story
No grand design the scheme of things
It just IS
And that is all there is to it
This poem is not trying to occupy space
Or take up anyones time
It has nothing to say
It just IS
And that is all there is to it
Dont expect it to reveal the meaning of life
To do that the poem would have to have meaning
It just IS
And that is all there is to it
This poem really is about nothing
Or rather the absence of nothing,
Which is really an abstract concept
That is impossible for our minds to fathom
How can this poem be about nothing?
It just IS
And that is all there is to it
A Shadow in the Darkness
A shadow in the darkness
I am a deception
Created by lies
And borne of the shadow
To know me is to see the phantasms in the mirror
Shadow fires burn in my heart
Words of love are meaningless
For lies are true
And words are not words
But are the shadow in the darkness
As much evil resides in me
There is love
Masking the shadow in the darkness that lies beneath
And soon it will strike
The anti-message will fail
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Value of Time and Money
People often criticize me for not donating money. I see money as an object that has no value and can be replaced. I donate time. Time is more valuable to me than anything else. it can't be bought or sold or traded. To me money is a material object and its rewards are only fleeting. When you spend time with someone the rewards last a lifetime. This may sound like a cliche but perhaps its something to ponder. Spending time doing something has the possibility to create lasting relationships and bonds that can't be broken. What can money get you but the temporary satisfaction of something accomplished or done for someone? That moment is short lived and soon forgotten. Time is the most valuable gift we as human beings have to give. Don't waste it. Once its gone you can never get it back.
And The Days Go On
And the days go on
The sun sets as
The past gives way to the night
And the period of searching and wondering begins
The objective hidden in the cloud of the heart
And the days go on
What the future brings no one knows
And the night fades away
As the past gives way to the present
Constantly searching for the answer
As the isolation of the past sets in
And the solitude gives way to quiet thought and reflection
And the wondering leads to thoughts and decisions
That both frighten and embolden
And the days go on
What the future brings no one knows
And the night fades away
As the past gives way to the present
Still the thoughts of regret nip at the heels
But with each step they fade like the past
And as the uncertainty looms
The wayward spirit knows
That the days go on
What the future brings no one knows
And the night fades away
As the past gives way to the present
The future may frighten
But it is being scared of change
Is better than than the cowardice of the past
And standing at the gates of uncertainty
The first step is taken
And the days go on
What the future brings no one knows
And the night fades away
As the past gives way to the present
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