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Array ( [sid] => 87014 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bullet, quiet bullet [time] => 2005-03-09 21:34:41 [hometext] => I just found out Hunter S. Thompson killed himself last month ......it makes me sad..... abraham [bodytext] => A decade is dead.
A thousand more piled beneath its bones.
Is it enough that I would wander over
old graves, considering the granite,
considering the stone?
Under foot, dried leaves and dirt
compel in me a thought in me
to open freely my discourse;
an often rambled written mirth,
that, to understand, one must
conceive of me the dreams
that I could dream if, after
sixty years, I was to again
consider that, of all the world
that I perceive, I perceive in me
an instability; if, after sixty years
I look behind and see the decades dead
and laid in grain and gravel, and see
that the death in me stands side by side
and kisses against my forehead bound
to old love and old life, and again, still see
that of the headstones wandered near,
I cannot place the grave for me;
but for my lovers, brothers, kings and queens;
I would, in the end, die the dreamers dream;
with a bullet, quiet bullet... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Bullet, quiet bullet

Contributed by iodinelove on Wednesday, 9th March 2005 @ 09:34:41 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

A decade is dead.
A thousand more piled beneath its bones.
Is it enough that I would wander over
old graves, considering the granite,
considering the stone?
Under foot, dried leaves and dirt
compel in me a thought in me
to open freely my discourse;
an often rambled written mirth,
that, to understand, one must
conceive of me the dreams
that I could dream if, after
sixty years, I was to again
consider that, of all the world
that I perceive, I perceive in me
an instability; if, after sixty years
I look behind and see the decades dead
and laid in grain and gravel, and see
that the death in me stands side by side
and kisses against my forehead bound
to old love and old life, and again, still see
that of the headstones wandered near,
I cannot place the grave for me;
but for my lovers, brothers, kings and queens;
I would, in the end, die the dreamers dream;
with a bullet, quiet bullet...

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-03-09 21:34:41]
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Re: Bullet, quiet bullet (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 05:19:53 AM AEST
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this is great poetry abraham, very honest and the ending was so tragic. but i like it.

Re: Bullet, quiet bullet (User Rating: 1 )
by marshmalloska on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 03:38:25 AM AEST
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apart from becoming angry that you managed to steal the title of my best poem ever (before i even thought of it lol )

I thought that this was somewhat wonderful, and very moving

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