addicted - stop

calielcaliel Posts: 6
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
take it easy
burn the echoes
jump off your seats
and burry the law

throw your burger away
and all yourconvictions
turn off this tv
stop this addiction

liar on the screen
liar on the scene
shot, dead and blood
here is your daily food....
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  • I likes.
    I wish I was a Democrat
    One that had a chance to win
    I wish I was a Republican
    But would I be a human being?
    --from 'Wishlist,' 7/6/03, Philadelphia

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  • mulacmulac Posts: 97
    the first verse is really cool

    thanks
    the passenger is life
  • thanks !!!!

    i really appreciate.....



    (not bad for a frenchie !!!)
  • Originally posted by caliel
    thanks !!!!

    i really appreciate.....



    (not bad for a frenchie !!!)

    Mais oui ;) Not bad at all! :)

    TV - Life sucking idiot box! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Did somebody say "frenchie"???

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  • The previous life

    For long I have lived beneath vast porticos
    That lot of marine suns tinged with full accents,
    And, on eve were making their long, magnificent,
    Very upright pillars, like basaltic grottos.


    The swells, when rolling the images of the skies,
    Mingled on their own way, solemny and mystic
    The powerful concords of so rich a music
    With colours of sunset reflected in my eyes.


    It's there that I used to live within so calming balms,
    At middle of blue sky, of waves, of splendour
    Where some nude slaves, pervaded with odours,


    Were freshening my forehead with cooling palms,
    And whose sole concern was to elucidating
    The dolorous secret, that let me languishing.


    Charles Baudelaire

    (1821-1867)
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