Whose ideals, whose principles and whose dreams,
We have tread on them all and covered up our tracks
The roasted prunes, the empty cans, the stories in reams
Its all sanded down and nudged up in the extreme
Blaze of glory, streaks of brightness and paths of innovation
Untouched by hypocrisy, unbidden by expediency
The lives and loves, all unsullied, uninhibited imagination
Documented and proven, it’s all frozen and still in its prime
The stench of failure, does not threaten us.
Not for us the tedium of numbing boredom
The threat of tragedy passes us idly by
The pain of parting as the bard, is only such sweet sorrow
For...
Fearless and bold we have travelled the Roads less taken
Oh, my love what a time it was
We have pushed the boundaries, tested the limits and busted the clichés
We have had our run and oh, what a time it was
Amen.
ReplyDeleteWish it wasnt this way though. RIP.
Beautiful... Cant say no more.
ReplyDeletePS: Cant compare but my effort is up too.
“I meet you. I remember you. This city was tailor-made for love. You fit my body like a glove. Who are you? You’re destroying me. I was hungry. I always have been. I had no doubt you’d cross my path one day. I waited for you calmly, with boundless impatience. Devour me. Deform me to your likeness, so that no one after you will ever again understand the reason for so much desire. We’ll be alone, my love. Night will never end. The day will never dawn again on anyone. Never again. At last. You’re still destroying me. You’re good for me. We’ll mourn the departed day in good conscience with goodwill. There’ll be nothing else for us to do but mourn the departed day. Time will pass. Only time. And a time will come when we can no longer name what it is that binds us. Its name will gradually be erased from our memory until it vanishes completely.”
ReplyDeleteAnonymous!!! Hahaha indeed!!
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