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:: Sunday, February 09, 2003 ::
So I Found This Poem...
...in my notebook, and though it's not very good, I have the urge to put it here. An in progress thing, for sure.
When I wrote it I could feel its beat in my head--it progresses like a song. Each stanza has its own rhythm. I may figure out a way to set this off later (maybe label each part verse, bridge, chorus), but for now I'll leave it as is, with this little warning.
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I got a jitter in my hand that I just can't shake
A bottle in my hand that just won't wake
A footstep in the sand that I just can't take
Help me gather the treasures of this world
The riches
Keep them from beasts and boars and fools and ghouls
The bitches
Gather them up, and take my hand
Sure, it's not paradise land
But together in hell is surely more grand
Than eternity in heaven, alone
~
In writing it over like that I find all of its faults... and strengths. I like the last stanza the best; I should find a better lead up to it.
I should also get to work. Darn.
:: Kazen @ Always Doing 9:22 PM [+] ::
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