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Broken Dreams
At 11:25 p.m. on 2001-12-16


Description: Just a random melancholy poem, I think. I had been watching hay being mowed that day, hence the first line, & kind of the feeling of sadness comes from the thoughts of the grass being carried away when it had been previously having a good life before the scythes came & cut it up to be carried away... Weird, aren't I?

Written: 07/01/00

The sound of hay being mowed

The sound of my thoughts being towed

Away again, never to touch my dreams

Never even to get close to their goal

Broken dreams, stretched beyond my means

Thoughts and schemes, hopes and dreams,

All never reach their goal

Striving for something to hang onto

I find another person, yet unlike me

And here I again go

By myself, I can't even begin without you

And yet this puzzle never lets me find it's clue..

Without me, who are you?



Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12

Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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