Jimsego's philosopical quest in poetry

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Tragedy inherited

A chime, a rhyme Dancing in unison but out of time Time of our lives Chased by dogs, caressed with knives Fathers lost and mothers gained A thousand souls have been stained See the blood on our bread T’is the blood of our dead So honour them we must Though are swords lay home to rust At dawn, maybe... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The bear, the dragon and the rainbow (Part II)

My life I shall rewind for my love I must find But today I sleep….sleep….sleep For in dreams I am king and I am slave But the choice is there for me to play with At random and without fear Sometimes too much too bear And yet the last dream brought the bear And he was tasting my flesh And I his fur... Sign in to see full entry.

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The bear, the dragon and the rainbow (Part I)

The bear, the dragon and the rainbow (Part I) The idea of escape Still takes shape in the twisted, troubled mind For no sanctuary shall he find As long as the memory lingers Proximity strangles his vision, his will How long will he endure? Why should he no, I, not follow this dream elsewhere? The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The mirror (the poem that did not want to be a poem)

THE MIRROR A classic song Sexual fantasy played to a blind audience rounds of applause- a standing ovation if only this were life itself to each his own and to me the death of all those who stood in my path and stand, still. For all I ever desired was and still is beauty And she can be found in many... Sign in to see full entry.

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Love. Death. War. Betrayal. Sex. Innocence. Hope. It's all there. Born during indulgence in vodka-limes and Red Marlboros in a room overlooking a dying valley. Solitude. Euphoria. Madness? Relief. Music from "Eyes wide shut" lingers in the open space...cigarette and incense smoke dance together under the gaze of a spider, my spider. Please be seated. Thank you.

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