Burst bubbles
Broaden horizons
Hurting horrendously
But bringing
Brazen Life;
Liberating like
Swelling symphonies
Tearing to
Terrible bits
But Ah! Building
Such sweet
Sounds that
The thousand
Parts pound
Parched Souls
With water
Wrought from
Flaming Fountains
Sparkling Springs
Shining dark --
Dreams,
Crying, copper
Coated, for
Fortune, Friend,
Love, Life,
Light, Magic,
Magnificent
Meaning.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Edgar Allen Poe: Alone
10 comments:
Too many capitals. The effect wears itself out.
ok, i wondered if it would be lol...
"...They planted a seed over his grave. The seed became a tree. Moses said his father became a part of that tree. He grew into the wood, into the bloom. And when a sparrow ate the tree's fruit, his father flew with the birds. He said... death was his father's road to awe. That's what he called it. The road to awe..."
and
"The Road to Awe" -Clint Mansell
better?
Holy Alliteration Batman
But I love alliteration with a passion.
somewhat.
my poor short attention span gets a bit lost in the short lines, too many sounds. is that the point?
kind of... its like all those things together make a whole but they seem and have to be separate...like you can have a fountain without the breakup of the stream, or rainbows without water drops...dreams without all the little things that dont make sense... kind of like the heart how all the cells beat separately, but put together they give life... something like that... lol if that means anything at all lol
oops... *cant* have a fountain...
Hah!... if ever there was an Irish in you it sure did come out with gusto on this one...
From:
I really love pixie dust ^.^
;)
Post a Comment