Thursday, March 31, 2005

 

the following is a poem I've been working on that incorporates anthropomorphism.
Death is the singer in what would be a song,
and it's written as a love note/reminder to those in the living realm.
That is, we don't live forever. An age old Carpe diem type of poem, I guess.....
It's not named. If you'd like to name it, hollah at a playa.
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[sad refrain]
When the buildings ablaze, will you run back inside?
Gather up your memories and risk your life?

(x 2)


You'll be picking up skulls while I'm dancing a jig...
I'll laugh and I'll laugh at the graves that you dig.
Where the grasses grow greener and the village is fine.
Where the whiskey is poured like a river of wine.
We'll go frollicking to and fro we will go...
not the winds nor the rains nor the sun nor the snow
can hinder your route from the cradle to the grave
filled with medals and with honours that you've managed to save.

So, let's waltz on together there's no time for tears
the world lasts forever but we've only got years.
I'll strike painless if your lucky,
in your ignorance, I'll strike quick,
you won't feel the blows
no, you won't feel a lick

[sad refrain]
When the buildings ablaze, will you run back inside?
Gather up your memories and risk your life?

(x 2)


May the sun shine upon you with the wind at your back
may you always get freely the things you may lack,
may you stave off the trials and the troubles to be dealt,
'til you've grown just enough for your strength to be felt.
Ev'ry morning you'll shout with a heart filled with glee,
but remember your endings are all owed to me.
So, drink heartily, laugh much, and love with no end.
Make very few enemies and cherish your friends.


(fade out.....)

posted by Hog 8:44 AM