Re: poem 2

a cry towards the absurd

The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.Camus
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Posted by trablano on Thursday, February 27, 2003 at 13:58:20 :

In Reply to: poem 2 posted by Matt on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 at 16:06:17 :

Loving faces alone means stealing them ...

: 'The Comfort Of Chaos' (still under construction, so positive criticism welcome.... personally im looking at getting rid of the slightly cheesy rhyming scheme and the boredom-induced Plath line)

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: Scratching onto metal like a helium bomb
: The endless love for your face changes a tear to a gun
: I blow the world into perspective
: I find colour and shape
: Finding sympathy for boredom
: And a first world state

: The truth is never enough, tragedy is more than my life
: I find it sitting in a corner reading Plath with dry eyes
: The world I see has all gone
: The spinning circle of hate
: Twist into something corporeal
: With a metallic fate

: The comfort of chaos , a planet of space
: The thing we’re all searching for, I see it on your face

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