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11-22-02, 07:07 PM
Why've you got to do what you do?
You're the itch I cannot scratch
A dagger in my theigh
The tear in my new sweater
My iron lung
You are my Scottish play
My big black cat
Every day
Every hour
I wish
I wish
I wish
And you
Feel the pins stabbing in
You've made me what I am
Thom Yorke's voice in my head...
He's bullet proof... I wish I was.
I read your words,
See your smile
Feel your hate.
Street Spirit
No spirit
No soul
You're heartless
Are you frightened now?
Do my words deceive you
Make you feel something I do not?
Come inside
Do you know your rights?
The sky is falling
And the sattelites litter our lawn
Stop trying to understand my words
My mind
Blame it on the stars
You were destined to hurt
I don't think of you
But I weep when I see a face like yours
Blame it on the sad stuff
Daddy never kept in touch
This is killing me
Walk through the brick wall
I'm beautiful when I'm on my knees
Aren't I?
You'll moan out for more
While I serve your perversion
Slowly f-ing my emotions
So I can't tell yes from no
Why wouldn't you change for me?
Was my love not good enough?
Screw this, I've had it.
It's time I got back to the good old life
You leave such an awdul taste in my mouth
But I know you'll be back for more
Time for me to
Fade out

11-27-02, 06:33 PM
*acknowledges but doesn't know what to think*

11-28-02, 02:51 PM
oooooh cool! :D the things you come up with are so vivid!

12-26-02, 09:10 PM
There is alot more to this poem/song than some of you are picking up. I really like the repetition of words and the imagery. I am not sure what a Scottish play is like though ?
Is this poem about you ?

12-27-02, 08:16 PM
A stark and moving ode to unrequited love. The deep horrendous wounds of lover's rejection, so overwhelming with comparison to the painful past abandonment by the Father.

The connotation of Scottish drama, would provide the essence of all wounded without victory, all are lost without survivors. A comparison to King Leer, to such a sentiment as nightfall on the Battle of Calladan, to William Wallace's betrayel by the Scottish nobles, and his life's ending.

A most moving piece, a song worthy of Bourbon Street, and truly from the heart.

May there one day be a glimmer of light midst the darkness, an essence of hope to enter into yonder void, a balm for the wounds so deeply felt.

12-27-02, 09:23 PM
well put, and very insightfull, but the poem goes much deeper, than I am willing to post. Mitsukai would have to be willing to go into that, if indeed the poem is about it's author.

12-27-02, 11:00 PM
The poem was very much about me... still is. But I have no issues talking about it, if y'all like... :)