Titan,
Thanks Mano. I dig it.
<font face="blue">The last line especially so. I think it all tends to be a matter of focus. And when you focus on abscence, that's what you'll see. my 2cents.</font>
So here's a little revival for this thread. It was written for a ...'friend' of mine.
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i asked, it was answered:
passion and love are different how?
passion is for a thing, love, with.
...But one stIll thinks it, 'unfathomable'.
and so i wrote:
my soul is weiGhted, i'll never fly so high as before
regret stains...
they DON't wash out.
only fade in time as the clothinG grows old.
dEscrepit, we near catharsis from blunted senseless wasteD life.
Strife. Is for wHile we're yOung.
and layEr upon layer, upon layer, upon layer...
nearly, they become blankets.
...we take comfort in the distance
seek ye the closure of god.
as we put to rest our troubled souls.
then lighten up again, to play the fool.
but for no audience that we'll se, we've passed on, and let th'rest be.
we had our chance,
- with broken, strange, absent love, sans featherweight grace
meanwhile...
don't bother showing a face
wy be present in an abscent world?
where pragmatism is the bottom line
un-fathom-able:
not capable of being fathom[:a unit of length used for measuring the depth of water]ed; a: impossible to comprehend; b:immeasureable
or is it just my wretched vision torn...
i can't understand the incomrehensible, but feel a presence nontheless...
god please help me, i'm so confused...
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i replace you now from gratful function used,
unwittingly serving as my muse.
but with upon your lonely heart
...life
[ March 13, 2004, 03:57 AM: Message edited by: Percipere'Chan ]
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