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athe nonrex's poetry
« on: 2002-03-13 04:18:54 » |
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Some submissions from athe nonrex, aka nick, athenonrex, garlomahoth, loki, chimaera, etc...
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With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion. - Steven Weinberg, 1999
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my dear murphy (statue of mirrors III)
« Reply #2 on: 2002-03-13 05:43:20 » |
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my dear murphy (statue of mirrors III) -I-
how could i believe that i could ever have anything i truely wanted?
i am murphy's slave what i want shall never grace me.
satisfaction knows not my name, nor shall it speak of me- even in a dream.
woe is not an option, nor has it visited me. no disappointment lingers in my heart.
what could i expect? that life would gain compassion? that a solitary wish could be fulfilled after so much denial? that i would not be stepped upon, my heart taken under foot and my hope fed to lumbering goats, who's gaze is fixed in my direction only when i desire?
and what could hope accomplish anyway? a prolonging of the enevitable? the unavoidable shadow of the tall dark handom man who's always was and shall forever remain murphy?
-II-
my waiting in vain, what could i have done with all the time i spent waiting for you, my dear murphy?
have i been numbed of the pain, or does it just seem so to prevent me from falling down the wrong side when i wobble on the brink- my brink- of insanity?
-III-
saintly gestures, n'ver does any good come my way. a flirt, flaunt, tossing of the leather hair. then gazing, silently, upon what endevors i dare to cast into the aether, to see what the aether dares to cast back to me... you! always with you, and the smug smirk of having a tormented soul to view from your windowed lattice, pearched upon your grerat stale throne.
hating you is not an option, my dear murphy, nor is anger,pettiness, nor violence. for if it were, my tongue would spew fire and rock, or prehaps ice and wind.
but i am your slave, lucky even to be protesting you.
loathing you is possible, but useless... i have no physical discourse at my disposal; not windowed lattice, each window a statue of mirrors, do i own.
-IV-
...and forever will you dangle the carrot of desire in front of me. and though i wish to end the march, i cannot, but i could if you so desired, my dear murphy.
for i am a slave to you, my dear murphy. and what i wish shall never be. this is all for you, my dear murphy. and this is all because of you...
By (c) nick mastro (my real name) 2/7/2002
Posted to the CoV Subject: virus: statue of mirrors (part III)- my dear murphy Author: athe nonrex Sent: Wed 2002-02-20 13:50
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With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion. - Steven Weinberg, 1999
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