Musashi
Parlor Mage
Is it just me, or does Kurt look like Jebus stoned?
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Post by Musashi on Feb 9, 2005 23:16:25 GMT -5
Et tu Brute? Et tu? Who needs enemies when you have friends? Who needs honesty, when you have deception? Who needs love, when you have hate? Who needs happiness, when you have misery?
If all problems solve with time Why is this mountain, this peak So difficult to climb? Minute by minute Hour by hour Day by Day I grow weary restless hopelss Lost Forsaken
Apathy consumes me The world around me crumbles as i look into the eyes of My Friend My Enemy My Memory My Scar And I ask With tears in my eyes Et tu Brute? Et tu?
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Post by DarkAngel on Feb 10, 2005 17:07:38 GMT -5
That's deep... ...What's Et tu Brute? Are you Brute?
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Musashi
Parlor Mage
Is it just me, or does Kurt look like Jebus stoned?
Posts: 38
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Post by Musashi on Feb 10, 2005 18:33:59 GMT -5
That's deep... ...What's Et tu Brute? Are you Brute? Thank you... Et tu Brute is a line from shakespeare's Julius Caesar, just as Caeser is dying, he says Et tu Brute? Roughly translated it means, You too Brutus? This is just a vent of some rough spot I've been in lately.
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Post by DarkAngel on Feb 10, 2005 23:04:14 GMT -5
Beautiful.
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Feb 11, 2005 3:06:18 GMT -5
Verily did I enjoy it.
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Musashi
Parlor Mage
Is it just me, or does Kurt look like Jebus stoned?
Posts: 38
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Post by Musashi on Apr 8, 2005 23:11:28 GMT -5
In favor of not cluttering up the boards w/ my spam, I'll post several more poems here:
"A Memory"
What can a thought be? Musing of this I happened to chance upon one And I observed it. Both fluid like the water Yet rigid like the rock On which the hopes, Dreams Failures Of yet another young mind Rest And this thought existed More real than the Morning dew on a summer day More complex than the mysteries Of the enigmas of the faces of stone Whose visages and creators washed away By the time through which it is imperative, they Persevere. But the past is gone Naught but monuments to a culture Gone Lost Faded into obscurity And this thought also disappeared Much like the love of a youth Who is so certain that Time is nothing but a word Created by men too smart to realize Life. And like the hope of the youth The thought Crushed And faded into obscurity Of the vault of the abyss Of the creator-destroyer god Whose realm is both infinite Yet limited. And nothing was left of this thought But a memory A memory susceptible to the time Which men, much wiser Created and acknowledged. And the vines Crept Into the vaults of the now aged mind Choked the memory of the thought And faded it into obscurity And it was as if It never existed.
"The Weapon"
Words as cold as the blade Of the knife with which I killed for promises made By a bitch.
Cold assassin of the night Pray tell Why kill those in the right? When the punishment for them is their own hell?
Systems engage, ready to go Warhead of destruction great Tell me, what do those civilians know? Other than your cold hate.
The blood of innocents shall yet flow Through city street and canal way Of the heart that you know You destroyed, in one Cold Heartless Blow
"A culture destroyed"
A culture destroyed By giants towering in buildings Of cold steel in jungles Made of concrete where hopes and dreams And lives are lost To an ever infinitely growing mass Of slime infested white guys in ties Whose purpose in life is to work For a faceless entity With no soul to call its own No heart to beat From its brain to its feet Killing the society which created The monster that cannot be stopped Like the progeny of Frankenstein Grotesque Hideous Destructive Dead
"My Cage"
Accursed mortality! Wretched Fiend! Why dost thou wish to taunt me so!
I am naught but the leaf in the wind Powerless against the destructive nature Of my own unremorseful master.
I am naught but the sailboat in the hurricane Tossed about at the whims and leisure Of my Better
So what am I? Am I the hideous progeny of a mad scientist? Am I nothing more than a pile of fluid and bone? Why must I feel? Why couldn’t thou make me like the beast of burden? Untiring Unemotional Un-human
If every action, has an equal and opposite reaction Then, pray tell, why does it seem as if my actions Have double the reaction?
Lost in this prison of life I turn once again to the man of science But no explanation crosses me
My life is a cage to me My humanity the lock My brain the handcuffs
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