Well... as there's been no activity on this thread this entire year (look at see!!), I suppose I'll take a wayward stab (or hacking attempt, depending upon your disposition) at breaking the apparent thrall of a creative void that seems to have gripped this cluster of Virians. Ah, the injustice that such torpid activity provokes in my soul.... Yah. So...not that I would laud my little blurb posted below as possessing any sort of redeeming characteristics or worth, but with any luck it will be the tiny crack in the seemingly impenetrable ice of this once alluvial glade of creative solace. I wrote this when I was reminiscing about some sultry tart with a witch’s heart.
Heart Strings
She pulled my heart strings one by one, And formed them in to a violin She played and played such songs of beauty Flowing over 'round and through me The first soft stirrings warmed me through The second chords spoke my love true The third and fourth cried out such passion To endow them everlasting. And I, enraptured, gazing blind, At her kissing lips, divine, Gave my all to her embrace, Gave quick to pulse and heart to race. She played them; fervor! Halting never With lucid mind and nuance clever. Slowly, slowly, one by one My heartstrings from their moorings sprung And I was left, to espy, My own heart as it did cry out in fury 'gainst such injustice at this one whom I had trusted. I could not comprehend her glee, This woman who'd enraptured me. And with a smile, both light and coy, The same that made this man a boy, She set her gaze on another's heart, And left me with these broken parts.
ADG
To be honest (with myself at the very least) I do have some motivation to post this as I’m still unsure at what privileges I may have as anything that might in some way resemble an artistic pursuit… (I would like to take this moment to decry any connection of this to vanity) So, I do not turn here for approval, I turn here almost in hopes that at least one from the throng will have the sense to guide a fool from an errant path.
Although it’s patently obvious I took the lazy route and put to writ the veritably preordained common fare that the creatively limited often plunge headlong in to as a safety net - and oft times make residence and lodging in – love, I do think there are still sights along the road most traveled that are worth seeing (those sights being the bread and butter of what is considered the commonplace poetic pursuit rather than my diarrhetic blather.)
So, here is my meager offering.
I think one of the privileges we have as Human Beings is to exercise creativity and its myriad modes of expression. I believe it is one of the things that sets us aside from the bestial. Expressions of love however seem to me to be taking the middle road, and glorifying - albeit at times in some of the most vivid and beauteous fashions - the primal urges to which we, as organisms, are subject.
Anyhow, time is forever that monkey on my back. Despite the fact that this lacks the eloquence with which I generally enjoy displaying, I will submit every word of it.
Re:...just nod if you can hear me....
« Reply #2 on: 2004-05-24 00:54:19 »
These threads are very inactive in general, but I hope that I have some time in the future to create something worthy of these threads, or perhaps post some of my other work that I have already done.
Currently I am working on more "serious" matters of gathering intelligence around me and an iron-clad way to destroy religion. Once I have completed these meager goals, I will then have time to devote to creation.