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Hound's bad poetry - be nice ;)
As a general rule I don't write poetry. Although I think of myself as slightly poetic, its more in the cynical-the-world-is-slated way, not in the I-can-write-the-stuff way. Anyone who has read my stuff knows Im a prose person. Sentances are good, iambic pentameter is something I think I missed in school while reading a copy of Erehwon instead of paying attention..
BUT, as I continue in my quest to write, I have to put things down when they are inspired. Recently I was so inspired.. Its not even poetry, but it is more poetic then what I usually write..
PICTURE
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I sit and examine the life in her posture, the color of her eyes. The line of her jaw, the glint of her spirit. I imagine a thousand brush strokes required for even the slightest aspect of her. Her's is beauty fought over for ages, imagined, and dreamed of. In this moment a muse is born, and forever now she shall hide in the back of my mind. Coaxing, urging, and reminding me the gift of Galatea, when this picture breathes life..
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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