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Array ( [sid] => 67510 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Requim for One [time] => 2004-10-15 05:47:29 [hometext] => maybe one of the poems that isnt a poem, more of a story through my mind of one event, please read and comment to your hearts content [bodytext] =>






















Space





















Empty, Empty Space












A Void Of Missing Lossed Miscilleniuos Nothingness















aspired













renewed












cancelled













the space



I have



the space


I want


the space


I hate



The space ive come to know as life

in soul and body

transistion



opened





the eternal question




the eternal war



like the sun set, only to re-appear



twisted faculties
and cylindrical squares

with no sides
but only corners

without shape

these feelings are meaningless


without words
one cannot speak


with language
one cannot write



you can see into its eyes
but there lies a compremise



















lesser

or more
for less

less greater
like the masters



this tablet, here
its takes away
that no-body gave

that keeps me away
that traps all within it






tele-apples

and tele-visions
mortal combats
linned with immoral wombats

in every word that is spoken here
is worth less than the last
its so low, its inverted

and now everyword is spoken is gold

a golden feather
plucked from the platinum goose


plucked from a plutonium wedding ring
adorned on the chest of some dead soldier












carved into history
boarded within somebodies mind
left to rot
left

to


rot [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => 01_zanzebar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Requim for One

Contributed by 01_zanzebar on Friday, 15th October 2004 @ 05:47:29 AM in AEST
Topic: oops


























Space





















Empty, Empty Space












A Void Of Missing Lossed Miscilleniuos Nothingness















aspired













renewed












cancelled













the space



I have



the space


I want


the space


I hate



The space ive come to know as life

in soul and body

transistion



opened





the eternal question




the eternal war



like the sun set, only to re-appear



twisted faculties
and cylindrical squares

with no sides
but only corners

without shape

these feelings are meaningless


without words
one cannot speak


with language
one cannot write



you can see into its eyes
but there lies a compremise



















lesser

or more
for less

less greater
like the masters



this tablet, here
its takes away
that no-body gave

that keeps me away
that traps all within it






tele-apples

and tele-visions
mortal combats
linned with immoral wombats

in every word that is spoken here
is worth less than the last
its so low, its inverted

and now everyword is spoken is gold

a golden feather
plucked from the platinum goose


plucked from a plutonium wedding ring
adorned on the chest of some dead soldier












carved into history
boarded within somebodies mind
left to rot
left

to


rot




Copyright © 01_zanzebar ... [ 2004-10-15 05:47:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Requim for One (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 04:22:31 PM AEST
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I like the original concept of this poem. A long pause hushes the crowd after the first word and they wait patiently for the next breaking into applause afrter the speech is over.


Re: Requim for One (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Friday, 10th December 2004 @ 08:38:13 PM AEST
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i agree with archie. fantastic write.




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