I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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What would thou think of me tying rope to the tree?
With every strike mine own sword stabs back at me.
Perhaps I will let mine enemy pierce me,
For I can go on no longer.
Each day I sharpen and shine my blade.
And each day in its reflection I see myself fade.
If only the Fades could snip mine tarnished thread
And leave me strewn among the field with the other soldiers lying dead.
I look to the heavens; may He guide me.
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I
Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold.
Whom no compassion fleers
Or makes their feet
Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers.
The front line withers,
But they are troops who fade, not flowers
For poets' tearful fooling:
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FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
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I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went --
Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent;
I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track --
Burnt a lot of fancy verses, and I'm glad that I am back.
Further out may be the pleasant scenes of which our poets boast,
But I think the country's rather more inviting round the coast --
Anyway, I'll stay at present at a boarding-house in town
Drinking beer and lemon-squashes, taking baths and cooling down.
Sunny plains! Great Scot! -- those burning wastes of barren soil and sand
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In the mirror's churning reflection, I'd gaze,
A constant distortion, a bewildering haze,
My true self obscured, by the narcissistic game,
A battle within, for my identity's name.
The mirror would twist, my image it'd bend,
As the projections took hold, a relentless trend,
I knew I was good, with a heart that was kind,
But the mirror showed a monster, a distorted bind.
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The darkness creeps
Slipping into my veins
Growing roots
That sink deeper by the day
No joy
Only sorrow
Sorrow and regret
I can't shake it away
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What would thou think of me tying rope to the tree?
With every strike mine own sword stabs back at me.
Perhaps I will let mine enemy pierce me,
For I can go on no longer.
Each day I sharpen and shine my blade.
And each day in its reflection I see myself fade.
If only the Fades could snip mine tarnished thread
And leave me strewn among the field with the other soldiers lying dead.
I look to the heavens; may He guide me.
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Note: This one is sad for me... Anyways. Let me know if you like it. Thanks.
Why are you going?
His little voice said
I didn't know how to answer
The question I so dread
I don't know why I'm going
I don't want to leave
Told my little boy it was time
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Day comes again, the sun is in the sky.
Predictable again, the sun is never shy.
Night comes again, the sun is nigh to die.
To say otherwise; To say a lie.
I count the stars, a finite crowd.
I count my wishes, a finite cloud.
I see my blood, I count it too.
A finite world of finite views.
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