Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud! Like a swift, fleeting meteor-a fast-flying cloud- A flash of lightning-a break of the wave- He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid; And the young and the old, and the low and the high Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.
Yea! Hope and despondency, pleasure and pain, Are mingled together in sun-shine and rain; And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge, Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.
'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath, From the blosoms of health, to the paleness of death. From the gilded saloon, to the bier and the shroud Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
I find I can't truly enjoy moments or experiences if I am always anticipating or at least expecting the end, it's nice to get lost in the idea that something will last forever. The disappointment is always enormous, but I'm not sure I could do it any other way if I tried. That's just me.
I find I can't lose myself in the moment. I can enjoy the moment, but somewhere in the back of my head I'm hearing "Nothing lasts forever". Perhaps it is meant to make the disappointment less when it comes, but I just can't ignore it. That's just me.
You should check out "Nothing Lasts Forever" by Echo and the Bunnymen...a good 80's song, which you'd definately like...it's your type of music...It was in the movie "Donnie Darko"
Re: since we're posting poems....
anonymous
September 9 2005, 15:44:24 UTC
Who's in charge of the clattering train? The axles creak and the couplings strain, The pace is hot and the points are near, and sleep has deadened the driver's ear, and the signals flash through the night in vain, For Death is in charge of this clattering train. --author unknown
Re: since we're posting poems....teflarSeptember 9 2005, 15:45:17 UTC
Ahhh! Too many anon posters!
That poem reminds me of a book I read, On A Pale Horse where death drove a white Cadillac.
And to continue with the poems, here is one along the lines but a bit brighter :)
I made a big decision a little while ago. I don't remember what it was, which prob'ly goes to show That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential Even though it often might appear inconsequential.
I must have been distracted when I left my home because Left or right I'm sure I went.(I wonder which it was!) Anyway, I never veered: I walked in that direction Utterly absorbed it seems, in quiet introspection.
For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray. And that is how I got to where I find myself today. -Bill Watterson (Calvin and Hobbes)
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Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
Like a swift, fleeting meteor-a fast-flying cloud-
A flash of lightning-a break of the wave-
He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high
Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.
Yea! Hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sun-shine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.
'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,
From the blosoms of health, to the paleness of death.
From the gilded saloon, to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud!
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to be stolen on a street lined with trees
whose branches are like the intestines
of an emerald.
You hotwire death, get in, and drive away
like a flag made from a thousand burning
funeral parlors.
You have stolen death because you're bored.
There's nothing good playing at the movies
in San Francisco.
You joyride around for awhile listening
to the radio, and then abandon death, walk
away, and leave death for the police
to find.
--Richard Brautigan
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The axles creak and the couplings strain,
The pace is hot and the points are near,
and sleep has deadened the driver's ear,
and the signals flash through the night in vain,
For Death is in charge of this clattering train.
--author unknown
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That poem reminds me of a book I read, On A Pale Horse where death drove a white Cadillac.
And to continue with the poems, here is one along the lines but a bit brighter :)
I made a big decision a little while ago.
I don't remember what it was, which prob'ly goes to show
That many times a simple choice can prove to be essential
Even though it often might appear inconsequential.
I must have been distracted when I left my home because
Left or right I'm sure I went.(I wonder which it was!)
Anyway, I never veered: I walked in that direction
Utterly absorbed it seems, in quiet introspection.
For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray.
And that is how I got to where I find myself today.
-Bill Watterson (Calvin and Hobbes)
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