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the time of life is short and if we live, we live to tread on kings - a bathroom wall and william shakespeare

the bits and pieces we left behind
and the tell-tale signs that we may have landed
on our own two feet

wasting away the delicacy of her features becoming frail
and though i remember her as being beautiful
i can't honestly say i'm not lying to
myself for my own selfish need
for beautifully imaculate visions of the past and
the illusion of validation

goodbye friends of the underground
your feet carry you to satisfaction of need
your heart deliver you the essence of the mystery
(invisible)
so that art and beauty and all of this becomes incorporated into the minerals of your bones

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On Wednesday July 12th, 2006, slow.burn.star (95) writes:

bits and pieces. fragments of hearts. whispers of souls. xoxo

On Monday July 3rd, 2006, TropicalSnowstorm (696) writes:

"i can't honestly say i'm not lying to myself for my own selfish need for beautifully imaculate visions of the past and the illusion of validation" - those are indeed fantastic lines. Ciao, T/S

On Friday June 16th, 2006, Bakkhus Unbound (1119) writes:

"into the minerals of your bones" Sigh... "If die, brave death, when princes die with us!" Perfect.

On Friday May 26th, 2006, MindRape (902) writes:

♥ *note - when left a heart by me as a comment its because i wanted you to know i heard you, it just left me w/o something intelligent to say. I'd feel like a dork just leaving "Wow Fish you did it again, awesome write."

On Saturday May 13th, 2006, Astra Dei (649) writes:

This was an incrediable write. very empressive. The last line really left me breathless

On Saturday May 13th, 2006, Ainsof (1731) writes:

this is such an heartfelt goodbye... written with such insight into the glamour of aged and treasured memories... a kind of romantic vision of the past the intrigue and mystery of the language fueling dp... please, tell me I have read this all wrong

On Saturday May 13th, 2006, Ainsof (1731) writes:

because this, "goodbye friends of the underground your feet carry you to satisfaction of need your heart deliver you the essence of the mystery" is so much more than a wishing well of mounting sweet sorrow

On Saturday May 13th, 2006, Ainsof (1731) writes:

but should not the light dawn a new day where the sorrow of our last "good night"s becomes sweet in the fresh scent of "good morning"s, ... then thank you, and I wish I had known you better

On Saturday May 13th, 2006, saintedmad (995) writes:

perfect thing for first thing on the morning; eloquent thoughts penned with a spin of whistful melancholy

On Saturday May 13th, 2006, Magic Hatter (2380) writes:

I feel the absolute radiance of this forge like magic calcium in my bones such was the gifted blend and texture it was a tapestry of artistically woven delight -oh my goodness - exquisite.

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