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| miscellaneous a collection of miscellaneous poems that didn't fit anywhere else. this first one was a collaboration with patrick at a party. magnetic poetry #1 recall though behind some lake her hair whispering her love her bed singing she lies beneath one man together they dream at the garden fingers rob light beauty is near not weak but smooth white sun shot through with life worship our vision gone fast moment of ache another collaboration of a parody of shakespeare's famous poem. the original is first, with our twisted version following. Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. shallow i compare thee shallow i compare thee to a winter's eve? thou art more frigid and more under-boned soft snow doth light on groves of silent trees and winter's reign is quickly overthrown sometime too wild the eye of the storm doth blow and often dies the ill-intentioned wind and every chill from chill we must forgo by love or fever's pulsing life begins but thy icy favors you'll not bestow nor lose possession of thy chastity belt nor shall men brag they wand'rest where none go when in country matters you've never dealt so long as men can rise, and hands can stroke so long lives thee, who shall never be poked! oh no not me nothin's happenin' here, baby this is the last place you wanna be i just sit in my chair lately and take myself far too seriously let your words carry you away sing yourself an exit tune find the door right now, today i promise you'll forget me soon cause can't you see the signs there's no loitering 'round here get me behind you, find yourself, please find yourself but not with me, here you should crawl you should walk you should run if you're able be on your way don't you dare stay there's no way i can save you not me oh no not me needing your way the windows are open admitting the breeze and i try to hold on as it slips in the sheets i'm not going to sleep tonight the streetlamps are shoving the shadows away and i become lost and needing your way no i'm not going to sleep tonight i'm not gonna try to lie with your face behind my eyes i'm not gonna lay my head till you leave my empty bed hell, i'm not going to sleep tonight safe deep inside me once i was strong once i was good i could take on the night and shoulder the moon once i had faith once i could see i would run through the fear and fly far away from here from you from me it was easy but you found me, bound me you made me weak damn you, goddamn you you've made me a fool you've brought me down low lord, i'm so low with you let me know you later tell me you'll find me then as i want you to as i am let me know you then and maybe i'll return when i don't need strength or a vision unclouded maybe then i'll return when i'm safe deep inside me with no gods left to guide me maybe then i'll need only you but tonight just let it be me |
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| bruce the bard |
| with swift and nimble fingers i ply my trade... |
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