Poe is a genius in every sense of the word.
Poe is a genius in every sense of the word.
And thou, Mercury, most nefarious beast...
yes he is that is why i love his work
Ray Bradbury:
Beware those beasts who, now and then,
Disguise themselves as mortal men,
Who walk upright, but sit to dine,
On your dear bones and your blood’s wine,
To sift your head and sieve your thought,
While one by one your beast-dreams, bought,
Are cooked like snails or eaten raw,
While they, in grand pretense of Law,
Do all the right utensils ply,
To smile, and, jolly, wink their eye,
And mocking take your life to task,
Because your face is not their mask,
Whose shadows, cast across the road
Betray the path, melt frog to toad;
Teetotaler cynics, brimmed with ruth
Who blanch at medicine of Truth,
If Good, well now, that’s not for them.
All bad? Now that’s their very phlegm,
They stare at noons time out of mind
And then file suit because stone blind!
While all about in storms of sun
The children of the Light Years run.
They box and slam and nail your lid
And hunchbacked go because their Id
Speaks broken-tongued and smothered sin
Armpit their soul, cold bile their gin.
They greet all wonders with a yawn
Then wonder where damned Fun has gone,
They’d all your Hopes in discard lay
If you should let them Rue your day,
They’d sell you trips in midnight rains
And mail you off in funeral trains
Totalitarians one and all,
They harvest large to crop it small,
And individual will and sport?
Deny it all, cut talent short.
Pure intuition? Down, dog. Die!
Your power to change? Lie dead! Don’t try!
Carbuncle-boils their very thing
They suffer most when world comes spring
The green of sap and song and psalm
But galls these sons of Doubting Tom.
So there’s their list, all cramp and hunch,
A bounteous bilious baleful bunch.
Yet in their poisoned, maliced glee
They walk like you to talk like me.
Beware those beasts who now and then,
Dressed up in flesh, are mortal men.
To My Lady Death
I am writing to you, long and beautiful friend,
To tell you that I have cancelled my stay.
Yes, I know; I miss you, and your lovely house and your wonderful friends.
I know I promised to visit, many times, showing my sharp blades and my dulling pills
My promises, my oaths to rush into your arms and leap into your lap with you,
Have turned hollow, I'm afraid.
For while I was out looking for new ways to philanthropize my being,
While busily setting up trust funds for those who have pieces of my heart,
While panhandling for more feelings to give to charity,
Your sisters, Life and Love, found me and pressed me into their service.
It's not all bad. You wouldn't have been happy with my anyway.
Nobody else was.
And I know I'll get to visit some day, but not without Their blessings.
Age or Accident may yet come for me;
You know when you will send these, your brothers.
But for now, I have unpacked my soul and gotten my ticket refunded.
I am so sorry. Not this week, I hope, or next
...unless you know something I don't. I'll send you a postcard. I promise.
Mordewis Gaeafbran ap Llys
©1998, 2004 by Gerald L. "Moss" Bliss; written July 5, 1998
"The individual exists because there is a point of reference to identify itself" Haruka-RahXephon
i love that poem
Good one!
but
Lady death will not take rejection lightly,
she will boil your bunny eventually.
bluegrass master ralph stanly:
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
that is a good one lol
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