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by Odd D » Thu May 29, 2008 12:47 pm
Excellent poem, Moonflower. I am glad that you enjoy this month. Although I was born on the eighteenth, I still cannot stand it.
Crying from grey skies,
Flooding thoughts and fields with tears,
Poor abused May.
or
Birds now plague my door,
Screaming tunes while I try to sleep.
Curse their love of May.
Ha ha... It rains too much here, and the birds that keep getting in our basement annoy me. That said, life is cause enough for celebration and writing, so I can certainly see your side of it.
"No one ultimately knows what they're saying anyway. Are we really making art? Art doesn't belong to us. It doesn't belong to people, it belongs to the universe. It comes FROM the universe. It comes THROUGH us. When I write something, I think I know what I'm saying, but I never pretend to know the full meaning of the words."
- Serj Tankian