Death by Carriage

Posted by marc garrett | Fri Jun 21st 2002 1 a.m.

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BlankDeath by Carriage

I lay here on my own
waiting for my leave

life and all its concur
is but a blur

echoing facades
floating
fading dimly

eyes shut slowly
conceding to life's weight

it falls like a watery shroud
unclothing me

could this naked child be so - so old ?

I can feel my vulnerable soul
is lingering

once earth bound
gagged by puppy hopes

nurtured with morbid
beliefs and security

living out ideas
on histories tired limbs

compared to the quiet shout
that time gives

I have compared myself
with too many things

hands between my legs
they are now fiddling

as the light draws nearer
I wish to receive

the god whom has caressed
all nervous energy

the cock is erect and
desires the ultimate coming

oh to feel the last pleasure
that what is my own

an essence dominates
the gap in this place

to come before I die
is my last simple wish

after all what else
what else is left ?

to dare wank at death
and enjoy thy fate

to be stuck in rhythm
shafting life's chant

to be wet and warm
and smiling
once gone

evading the stolen glory
of bastard time

to excrete all those shameful
insecurities

the last coming is here
now I must win

must embrace death
and explode out of me
life

my arms collapse
exhausted
they fail me

my heart
misses a beat

no coming
no glory
time clicks
passing me by...

poem by marc garrett (1988)

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<P align=center><STRONG>Death by Carriage</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG></STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>I lay here on my own<BR>waiting for my leave
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>life and all its concur <BR>is but a blur </STRON=
G></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>echoing facades <BR>floating<BR>fading dimly
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>eyes shut slowly <BR>conceding to life's weight=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>it falls like a watery shroud <BR>unclothing me=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>could this naked child be so - so old ? </STRONG>=
</P>
<P align=center><STRONG>I can feel my vulnerable soul <BR>is lingering
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>once earth bound <BR>gagged by puppy hopes </STRO=
NG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>nurtured with morbid <BR>beliefs and security
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>living out ideas <BR>on histories tired limbs
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>compared to the quiet shout <BR>that time gives=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>I have compared myself <BR>with too many things=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>hands between my legs <BR>they are now fiddling=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>as the light draws nearer <BR>I wish to receive=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>the god whom has caressed <BR>all nervous energy=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>the cock is erect and <BR>desires the ultimate co=
ming
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>oh to feel the last pleasure <BR>that what is my =
own
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>an essence dominates <BR>the gap in this place
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to come before I die <BR>is my last simple wish=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>after all what else <BR>what else is left ?
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to dare wank at death <BR>and enjoy thy fate
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to be stuck in rhythm <BR>shafting life's chant=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to be wet and warm <BR>and smiling <BR>once gone=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>evading the stolen glory <BR>of bastard time
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>to excrete all those shameful <BR>insecurities
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>the last coming is here <BR>now I must win </STRO=
NG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>must embrace death <BR>and explode out of me <BR>=
life
</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>my arms collapse <BR>exhausted <BR>they fail me=

</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>my heart <BR>misses a beat </STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG>no coming <BR>no glory <BR>time clicks <BR>passin=
g me
by...</STRONG></P>
<P align=center><STRONG></STRONG>&nbsp;</P>
<P align=center><STRONG>poem by marc garrett (1988)</STRONG></P>
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  • marc garrett | Sat Sep 6th 2003 7:19 p.m.
    Death by Carriage

    I lay here on my own
    waiting for my leave
    life and all its concur
    is but a blur
    echoing facades
    floating
    fading dimly
    eyes shut slowly
    conceding to life's weight
    it falls like a watery shroud
    unclothing me
    could this naked child be so - so old ?
    I can feel my vulnerable soul
    is lingering
    once earth bound
    gagged by puppy hopes
    nurtured with morbid
    beliefs and security
    living out ideas
    on histories tired limbs
    compared to the quiet shout
    that time gives
    I have compared myself
    with too many things
    hands between my legs
    they are now fiddling
    as the light draws nearer
    I wish to receive
    the god whom has caressed
    all nervous energy
    the cock is erect and
    desires the ultimate coming
    oh to feel the last pleasure
    that what is my own
    an essence dominates
    the gap in this place
    to come before I die
    is my last simple wish
    after all what else
    what else is left ?
    to dare wank at death
    and enjoy thy fate
    to be stuck in rhythm
    shafting life's chant
    to be wet and warm
    and smiling
    once gone
    evading the stolen glory
    of bastard time
    to excrete all those shameful
    insecurities
    the last coming is here
    now I must win
    must embrace death
    and explode out of me
    life
    my arms collapse
    exhausted
    they fail me
    my heart
    misses a beat
    no coming
    no glory
    time clicks
    passing me by...

    http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/poems_prose.htm
  • yasir~ | Sun Sep 7th 2003 7:39 p.m.
    Death, a moment of slowness
    we'll start after a breath

    - Mir taqi Mir, 18th c tr fr urdu

    -----Original Message-----
    From: marc.garrett
    Sent: Sunday, September 07, 2003 3:20 AM

    Death by Carriage
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