The Celebration of Death.
Pyres and Coffins,
Hearses and Graves.
Death on wings,
Time swiftly brings.
To live a life,
To face strife.
To die,
To try.
Life is fleeting,
Life is beautiful.
Life must end,
Death must be.
Why the grief,
Why the sorrow.
Why should we,
Live tommorow.
Hearses and Graves.
Death on wings,
Time swiftly brings.
To live a life,
To face strife.
To die,
To try.
Life is fleeting,
Life is beautiful.
Life must end,
Death must be.
Why the grief,
Why the sorrow.
Why should we,
Live tommorow.
posted by Theseus at 6:37 PM
6 Comments:
title: "the khota's melancholy song"
gotta agree with 'adam' :p
adam is hub! You cann't agree with hub! No one can! That would consequently not make him hub anymore!
how about "The Chacha decides to Die" or "The Pretards Last Stand"
this is good poetry dude :)
with regards to your suicide post... i once came across this line on the net 'suicide is your way of telling God "you cant fire me... i quit!" quite amusing the notion it was... khair i wouldnt say suicide is divine... but i will say its not right... life with all its turmoil and seemingly seamless intricacies must be lived like it or not... we play parts... must finish yours... and i speak generally not just to u :D khair as for the fact that nothing is as it seems... yup... cant disagree with you there... sometimes i wonder if the matrix movie speaks of sum hidden truth... although u say we'er programmed and bound by enviornment... our job is to stand apart and get a birds eye glimpse... and not be a part of "the madding crowd" :D
i read your blog. your poetry is true to yourself. :)
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