Friday, October 9. 2009
Defining Verse
As in the gray you cannot seperate the blood
The skin the hair from thought and word
And if you tried the old calamity would rise
Of which the early mankind never heard
Of I and you or man and wife or death
Because there was no shape of thought
Or silly force to fight that constant crimson war
That individuals have always fought
That never gave them any chance for peace
And made them realise the meaning of alone
So that the single beings hunger for the deed
And their relations leave them frozen to the bone
And so the poet cannot fully cut the cord
The words shape up emerging spirit trope and life
As way to separate them arguments won't do
You could just stab them with a bayonet or knife
© 2009
for mi
The skin the hair from thought and word
And if you tried the old calamity would rise
Of which the early mankind never heard
Of I and you or man and wife or death
Because there was no shape of thought
Or silly force to fight that constant crimson war
That individuals have always fought
That never gave them any chance for peace
And made them realise the meaning of alone
So that the single beings hunger for the deed
And their relations leave them frozen to the bone
And so the poet cannot fully cut the cord
The words shape up emerging spirit trope and life
As way to separate them arguments won't do
You could just stab them with a bayonet or knife
© 2009
for mi
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