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A Fly Only Lives So Long

Author: Reckoner
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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Pain and misery on the way to the top of the volcano, where the fumes of an impossible warmth circulate and destroy, its so much better to stay in the bowels where fear plays hand in hand with a real kind of hope. These things that we build with a partner on the bottom of the invisible heap, are the things that will keep us happy and content for the entire span another individual's fast approaching oblivion.

A Fly Only Lives So Long

The shape of a fly
resting on the edge of my right earlobe
another recycled catastrophe
dressed in old forgotten love letters
one on each side of this rotting globe

I sought out a better direction
the path that once swore to never concern me
ran as fast as my two fingers could carry me
across the peeling blue
of an elevated sea

fly brain matter is what still worries me
cosmic teachings from a very small thing
a shadow that spells regurgitation backwords
this burning throat is starting to realize
just what jealousy brings

if a worn out excursion can cultimate two ideas
conjure up new flights of furry
then why do their hearts still appear soundless to me
those adventurous eyes
seem to be placed somewhere less blurry

possibly in a place where I once crossed
instead of stood across
one foot inside a bear trap
and one hand petting the dead bear
and thanking him for his loss

give me your hand dead forgotten thing
let me tell you what the fly told me in my ear today
he told me that flying requires wings and that vomit requires food
these casualties and the lives that often befall them
will eventually decay

much like the rest of them
you decide to bleed for the sake of popular opinion
while we continue to bleed for the sake of another fleshy being
this satisfaction can only be given to those can adjust to it
why else do we associate this sort of feeling with sightseeing

I see a whale of a building
an oval-shaped dinosaur
peering out from that office down the way
cunning is he who cuts his teeth on handshakes and empty chatter
far apart now from my two outstretched arms of worthless clay

far away from the bubbles filling up this not too eager head
my carefree stance on empty thoughts is complaining of the stench
charisma will not advance the foriegn wit or clear my nose
while he is sprawled out across my back
resting on his personal thinking bench

the fly spreads out his wings
drawing in his widening aspirations and his future deceptions
filthy is this being I refuse to eat garbage from
and thus I will dependably deny every fabricated smell
that swells from such obedient monotony

subterfuge subterfuge

he sold his soul for a picnic with his pretty on a papier-mache hill
a captivating premium for any man
shaken by the last great order of acid spitting ogres
pitying anyone who resists the first step on the ladder
because staying put might mean some sort of gradual fulfillment

Submitted on 2007-01-15 20:13:14     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  no she's not supposed to [censored] understand....this isnt her buisness...omg im pissed
| Posted on 2007-05-11 00:00:00 | by Reckoner | [ Reply to This ]
  There are lines in this that are incredible, very creative...the only thing is, I don't know what the [censored] you are talking about. And it could just be me. I like this piece, simply because it was interesting and contained a lot of interesting lines, maybe I'm not suppose to understand, maybe I'm having an off day but I could make the translation from your description to the poem, animal to animal, the meaning of it all.


| Posted on 2007-02-08 00:00:00 | by madhatress | [ Reply to This ]
  let me just start by saying the comments were let me follow that thought with BAHAHAHAHA, you said omg i love

not sure why i like this line but i do:

"he told me that flying requires wings and that vomit requires food"

and and and oval shaped :D and and and what is subterfuge? wait wait, let me see...

subterfuge: something intended to misrepresent the true nature of an activity

oooooo, good word love. this is absolutely captivating bubs(thought of a different word instead of brilliant, although it is that

okay, onto the next....after faving this lovely peice of writing... :D

| Posted on 2007-01-17 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ]

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