Love life I love you less than you, I think, have loved me, I like you less than you must find is due; forgive me, I have found your autumn-orchard of lesser beauty than I thought I would. The birds are leaving, and I long to join them, to join the bells and those whom they salute; but love you gave, and I would be a coward if I did not make love to you this once.

Father Against this gentle shoulder I would cry anyday, this warm, weathered cheek is mine to press against. The eyes are always smiling, and most when mine are not; when hope has lost her meaning, and creeping comes the night, the cold wind of fears is not, when I can press my shaking chest against yours, my heart against your heart. The rain is cold tonight... I may, may I not?

Beautiful.

Drip, drip Drip, drip come gently, spring from withered leaves of hope, November rain, to claim your prize - the longing hearts of men; kiss them with your sweet decay, love them till they die, their ashes sprinkle in the woods, then rest, sleep and wait. Drip, drip come gently, Spring, on budding leaves of hope; this grey decay you may, come May turn green, red, and blue.

Love me I'm dying and the world with me love me, while I live! If death is lonely why should life be lonelier still? The trees are burning. I can feel the smoke in the air. All I ask is love me now while I still can breathe, while I still feel, my lips are warm, my eyes can caress yours. Death will come and we will burn but let us burn with love before the flames turn ash to ash and dust to dust; I'm dying! All I ask of you is love; love, while we can.

I can only say this about your poetry;Heavy!!!!

But not heavy metal, eh? ;p It doesn't feel "heavy" to me, it feels normal.

It maybe should not, but it never ceases to fascinate me how happy people generally are to stay in shallow waters. As a kid, I used to watch with fascination as people sat and talked about "la pluie et le beau temps" (small talk) and I'd wonder what on earth was so interesting that they could go on talking about it forever. Over the years, I've slowly come to understand that they prefer things that way... Which they, obviously, are free to do, and no fault in it, it's very human.

For my part, I simply cannot feel engaged and interested unless words are being used to probe the deepest, most fundamental parts of existence. Can't help it... It's simply the way my brain/soul/heart/whatever is wired, and has always been. I have been called an "old soul", whatever that means; all I know is, I've always been this way. It isn't better or worse than anything else, but it would seem to be very different from most people. Can't help it, nor would I want to

Hi, OrchestraInside!

In "Love life" I have a question: what do you refer to when talking about the autumn orchard? Is it a symbol of ageing? Or is it something else?

Otherwise I join VivaPalestina in my comment: I find especially Love life and Father impressive


Groucho Marx: "Life is an omelette. You turn it once, you turn it twice, you turn it once more, serve it, eat it and - it's gone"

Good question. I don't think when I write. It's probably about the final quarter of life, seeing it all soon come to an end - whether for an individual, or a group, or a culture, or an entire species, or a planet - a solar system - a galaxy - a universe. So it's probably a symbol of the waning of life, something akin to the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth; not quite the end, but quite likely the last age, a "lesser son of greater sires".

Thanks :-)

P.S. Douglas Adams: "Life is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast."

It's much easier to talk about the weather than poverty.It's easier to pay the tax rather than to find out what it's being spent on.Taking the easy way out seems to be THE way to go,now a days.Deep thinkers are often mocked by people who would rather "follow the leader".
"Don't follow leaders,watch your parking meters!"Bob Dylan

...I sometimes find myself wishing I could feel interested in what everyone else is interested in - for the companionship. To enjoy discussing weather rather than whither - for social animals we are... whether we want to or not.

Taking the easy way out seems to be THE way to go nowadays.

It always was, Doug... And likely always will be, as long as we remain human. Life as we know it:

We dance and party hard and long,
go high, go low, turn right, turn wrong;
the doors are shut, there is no key
and no one cares apart from me...
we call this life.

The Falling The storks drop us in the clouds we fall down through the skies; our life the blink of an eye as we fall towards the ground. Just long enough to wonder "Why?" Just long enough to love and cry; just long enough to find the peace of a wave headed ashore.

Obituary Hope Nadya Espoir left us yesterday, she left behind her sister, Faith Vera Foi. Faith Vera Foi left us yesterday, she left behind her sister, Love Lyuba Amoir. Love Lyuba Amoir passed away today; she left behind this darkness, this loneliness and pain. Suicide Line I swim below the suicide line drowning in the sea of life. While I breathe, I hope; once I don't, I won't. They Love They cry for love, lost or found; they try to love, sick or sound. I alone am dry in the eyes; for I alone never loved or tried.

Originally Posted by OrchestraInside

...I sometimes find myself wishing I could feel interested in what everyone else is interested in - for the companionship. To enjoy discussing weather rather than whither - for social animals we are... whether we want to or not.

Taking the easy way out seems to be THE way to go nowadays.

It always was, Doug... And likely always will be, as long as we remain human. Life as we know it:


We dance and party hard and long,
go high, go low, turn right, turn wrong;
the doors are shut, there is no key
and no one cares apart from me...
we call this life.

Love the above stanza.That's rock'n'roll!

It's hard to believe you don't think what/while you write,lol: you just move your hand as commanded by ???????
Strange, it seems Zakynthos does that too- he has a special name for it....can't remember right now.
However: love the Suicide Line bit.
So short, and it's all there. I love that

When I was a strict Christian in the days of my youth, I used to think it was the Holy Spirit commanding my hand.

Nowadays, I'm more inclined to think it's something in the depths of my subconscious mind. But do I know for certain?

Originally Posted by OrchestraInside

When I was a strict Christian in the days of my youth, I used to think it was the Holy Spirit commanding my hand.

Nowadays, I'm more inclined to think it's something in the depths of my subconscious mind. But do I know for certain?

One never knows,lol: "whatever we think, it's all part of the truth" (Socrates). He already knew

The old fart knew what he was talking about Which is why my motto is "cogito ergo patior" (I think, therefore I suffer).

Your latin is better than mine...and I ploughed through Ovidius and Cicero at school for 7 long years

Mea culpa