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[d e s d e m o n o]

There was a man who laughed like -this-,
Smiled like -this-,
Died like -this-.

Three arcs: voice, mouth, spine, all curving away from life.

And the children watched, not quite sure when
His words started counting
As final,

Knowing only that the last one was "please".

*

We all of us fear youth,
Fear its high cruel singing, damp palms, blank eyes disproportionate
To strange small bodies.

We all of us fear youth,
For we are young.

*

The banyan tree blue-throated Shiva sat under
Grows still. His gift touches everything, He knows,
But the figs are sweet,
And even gods can think,
Not yet.

*

This is in essence just a place to write down ideas and stanzas that may or may not be incorporated into actual poems. Not sure whether it should go here or not...  

[KirbyVictorious]

Wow. SEXY!!!!

I loved the Shiva one. Shiva is my loverboy.  

[Tak-Jak]

I am particularly fond of the first "snippet" though I would hate to see you add any more to it. I think it is complete as is.  

[d e s d e m o n o]

Yeah, that one's fairly... done. I included it among these mostly because it seemed so lonely on its own.

@Kirby: =] Thank you! Shiva is awesome.  

[Spastic waffles]

I agree with Tak. The first one is complete, to me, as it is.  

[charbookwyrm]

I agree with the others about the first and third extracts smile On the second one; that's an interesting idea, and I'd quite like to see it developed more, because it's definately an expansive kinda theme.  

[d e s d e m o n o]

Thank you! I'll consider it; it interests me but it's also very dishonest and pretentious from my point of view, so, you know, bit of a challenge there. Then again, that applies to most everything I write, so what the hell.