Death by Carriage

June 20, 2002

Type: discussion

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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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living out ideas on histories tired limbs

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to come before I die is my last simple wish=


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to dare wank at death and enjoy thy fate

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Comments

2003-09-06 19:19, marc garrett

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

2003-09-07 19:39, yasir~

Death, a moment of slowness
we'll start after a breath

- Mir taqi Mir, 18th c tr fr urdu

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Death by Carriage