I've watched the sunrise through closing eyes
Beckoned on by morning's call.
I've seen the sun's unearthly rise
And felt my eyelids' gracefull fall.
Under smokey waves from cigarette
I've had your eyes hold me in thrall,
But couldn't match what my eyes met
So closed them tight for fear of hurt
And opened to see the sun had set,
Hidden away beneath the dirt
And night enveloped all the skies,
My body lifeless and inert.
If I ever again see you rise
I wouldn't dare to close my eyes.
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
konoway tillicums klatawa kunamokst klaska mamook okoke huloima chee illahie
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
konoway tillicums klatawa kunamokst klaska mamook okoke huloima chee illahie
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See, I tend to veer away from structure in language (both physically and theoretically), since I don't feel one can express emotion in quite the same way when stuck to a rigid framework. But you've managed to prove that wrong.
It's an interesting statement, I think, on the futility of the anthropogenic necessity to classify everything in diurnal chunks. Is one day so different to the next? Is one day only full of one sentiment? I'd argue no to both, and this poem, with its sunrise:sunset juxtaposition of different feelings, I think tends to reflect that idea.
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Rice President
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
konoway tillicums klatawa kunamokst klaska mamook okoke huloima chee illahie
And i'm really intruiged by your analysis of the poem. Some of it is certainly not what i was intending but i love it anyway. I'm just glad i got you thinking.
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Too much liquor's like salt on a slug.
konoway tillicums klatawa kunamokst klaska mamook okoke huloima chee illahie
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