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Nothingman

Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
edited June 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He moved like a ghost among shadows,
a whisper on the wind,
a slight breeze at your side
as you walk by.
His thoughts, like liquid
slipping through his fingers.
His memory, present reality,
yesterday's tomorrow's dream.
His hat's filled with pity
and when it plays his song,
he materializes,
for a fleeting moment,
to empty his cap.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    very nice, m'dear

    is his song Nothingman?
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    :) I usually like the reader to draw their own conclusions...but in this case, since you asked :) his song---it was his begged change clanging together.

    Thanks for reading and commenting and such, sweetie! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    Being Enlightened wrote:
    He moved like a ghost among shadows,
    a whisper on the wind,
    a slight breeze at your side
    as you walk by.
    His thoughts, like liquid
    slipping through his fingers.
    His memory, present reality,
    yesterday's tomorrow's dream.
    His hat's filled with pity
    and when it plays his song,
    he materializes,
    for a fleeting moment,
    to empty his cap.
    I liked how tight this is, he seems very thin, though (just joking). I'm inspired to write the following:

    He's on the boardwalk
    asking for change.
    When I dropped the coins
    he spoke in tones
    like a wound up toy
    undone.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Bibliobella wrote:
    I liked how tight this is, he seems very thin, though (just joking). I'm inspired to write the following:

    He's on the boardwalk
    asking for change.
    When I dropped the coins
    he spoke in tones
    like a wound up toy
    undone.

    :) Thank you for sharing, darling dear! It makes me really happy to know that I inspired you and in turn, your inspiration sparked some inspiration in me and to your inspiration I add my inspiration which is this :D :

    His mind reels and spins
    just as the coins when dropped,
    just like a spinning top...
    A shell of his former self
    that he wishes to crawl back into.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    Being Enlightened wrote:
    :) Thank you for sharing, darling dear! It makes me really happy to know that I inspired you and in turn, your inspiration sparked some inspiration in me and to your inspiration I add my inspiration which is this :D :

    His mind reels and spins
    just as the coins when dropped,
    just like a spinning top...
    A shell of his former self
    that he wishes to crawl back into.
    Right back at you with:

    but shells are left
    for one purpose
    to slide away
    slide away
    leaving messages
    that fade
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Bibliobella wrote:
    Right back at you with:

    but shells are left
    for one purpose
    to slide away
    slide away
    leaving messages
    that fade

    a hungry sea
    covers he,
    the black sands of his sins
    washed clean
    his toutured soul,
    he is lulled,
    he is embraced
    he is submerged,
    surfacing only to smile and wave
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    see, i'll bump over into this thread to talk about this one

    the most imagic part of this piece is the water slipping through his hands

    so, perhaps it's in here? already?


    someplace?


    nice tags, ladies
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Being Enlightened wrote:
    a hungry sea
    covers he,
    the black sands of his sins
    washed clean
    his toutured soul,
    he is lulled,
    he is embraced
    he is submerged,
    surfacing only to smile and wave



    I saw Sea Lions last Sunday swimming. Slipping, pushing shadow through the light from surface to the pale blue floor. They didn't look at me. They didn't know. They couldn't hear the old beach through the plexiglass or children's squeal.
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    PastaNazi wrote:
    I saw Sea Lions last Sunday swimming. Slipping, pushing shadow through the light from surface to the pale blue floor. They didn't look at me. They didn't know. They couldn't hear the old beach through the plexiglass or children's squeal.

    :) Their dance seems so hollow when seen through the glass---like they're circling the perimeter looking for escape... don't get me wrong, I LOVE going to the zoo and seeing the animals but sometimes they just seem so sad in their pens...or I feel sad because they have to be there...maybe a little of both.

    But man, the squealing kids are a riot, for sure! They're so cute when they get all excited about the animals! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    the son dug the prarie dogs the best
    and hooboy... the daughter... once our eyes adjusted to the dark corner in which the jaguar slept... wow... that was freekin' cool!

    i hear ya about zoo's, though
    and remember going to the National Zoo a while back...

    The cheetahs almost made me cry.

    But going with kids rekindles the awe and quiets the activist. Mine are so awesome to watch watching the animals.
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    PastaNazi wrote:
    the son dug the prarie dogs the best
    and hooboy... the daughter... once our eyes adjusted to the dark corner in which the jaguar slept... wow... that was freekin' cool!

    i hear ya about zoo's, though
    and remember going to the National Zoo a while back...

    The cheetahs almost made me cry.

    But going with kids rekindles the awe and quiets the activist. Mine are so awesome to watch watching the animals.

    Ha Ha!!! The prarie dawgs are SOOOO cute! *head goes down...head pops up* LOL!

    Hee Hee! I once saw the jaguars getting jiggy wid it--even took a picture, preeeevert that I am :p Our zoo has a completely black jag and a spotted one, mind you, the black one does have spots, you just have to be pretty close to see 'em. :)

    I like when they have the butterfly pavillion full of butterflies--they're such magical creatures! *sigh*

    Still, my favorite are the poison arrow frogs, oooo, and the leaf frog...hippity, hoppity, I loooove da froggies! :D

    Now I wanna skip off work tomorrow and go to the zoo!!!!!! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    vvvvvvvvvvvvery vvvvery sweet

    i feel like hibbettyskibbeting someplace now, too!



    hey, did they force you canadian kids to sit through the prarie dog massacre films in class, too?

    AWFUL!


    it was like, slo-mo shot gun blasts through p-dogs... guts flying everywhere

    IN SCHOOL!


    sick grown up bastards!
  • Dreams of RedDreams of Red Posts: 203
    inspiring thread.. reminds me of this poem i read an hour ago from a book i was given two hours ago..

    TO MY DAIMONION

    Bibliobella's got the man in the signature there.. Czeslaw Milosz

    my 'guide' has suggested an intense reading to progress my own writing tendencies, so i guess i've got poetry on the brain, but this one might be worth checking out if you enjoy Nothingman that much...
    i'm a thief... and a liar...

    see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    and you've got the "men" in your sig

    dang, i love that song


    gonna post the poem?
  • Dreams of RedDreams of Red Posts: 203
    certainly, sorry, didnt have time to type it earlier but was planning on, here's part 1:

    Please, my daimonion, ease off just a bit,
    I am still closing accounts and have much to tell.
    Your rhythmical whispers intimidate me.
    Today for instance, reading about a certain old woman
    I saw again--let us call her Priscilla,
    Though I am astonished that I can give her any name
    And people will not care. So, that Priscilla,
    Her gums in poor shape, an old hag,
    Is the one to whom I return, in order to throw charms
    And grant her eternal youth. I introduce a river,
    Green hills, irises wet with rain
    An, of course, a conversation. 'You know,' I say,
    'I could never guess what what was on your mind
    And will never learn. I have a question
    That won't be answered.' And you, daimonion,
    Just at this moment interfere, interupt us, averse to
    Surnames and family names' actualities,
    Too prosaic and ridiculous, no doubt.



    Deep AND Simple, it's Beauty glued me to the floor upon which I stalely rested my bones in solitude, so much that I felt no longer alone, but instead content beyond motion.

    Gotta jet for a bit i'm craving ice cream but if anyone wants i can type-up part 2 later.. lemme know... Dreams..
    i'm a thief... and a liar...

    see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
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