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Jan 29, 2002 12:37

I could sing a thousand words ( Read more... )

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nockergeek January 29 2002, 10:45:56 UTC
Yes, entropy does end up taking all things in time, but dwelling on it is pointless. Better to take those "few moments" and run with them and cherish them and stretch them out as long as possible. You can either enjoy the happiness that is now, or dread the unknown future that is tomorrow. If you spend too much time dreading the future, you lose track of what you have now, and then you do lose it... and then you start fixating on what you had, rather than seeking something new for now.

You can't dwell on the past, nor can you fear the future. There is only now. Bright, vivid, glorious now, full of wonder and possibility and warmth and certainty.

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yukimi January 29 2002, 11:39:53 UTC
You know Rob, sometimes I think you take what I post in poems far too seriously.
Thanks for the sentiment though. *hugs ya*

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nockergeek January 29 2002, 15:25:19 UTC
Well, y'know Kim, when you often post about how you don't think things will last, then post a poem about how things won't last and list your mood as depressed, one gets the impression that you're depressed about things not lasting. :)

My bad for thinking your poetry might actually be how you're expressing your feelings. :)

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Re: yukimi January 29 2002, 15:39:18 UTC
Nothing really lasts. I'm not getting hung up about that. What will be will be. Sera sera or something.

It's me being mopey. I write poems to indulge being mopey. Hee.

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the T� of Piglet and a hamster named Penfold. sandbar January 29 2002, 13:47:01 UTC
in our minds
we are never truly alone
just as when the cold winds blow,
we imagine them
spiteful
when in fact
it's just their nature

we are never alone
we are the eyes of the universe
we are its tongues, tasting succulent fruits
we are its fingers, grasping endless variations
we are its nostrils, breathing deeply for life
we are its brains, sending pictures into spacetime of thoughts and relevances and hope, fears, doubts, incongruities and observations

we are never alone ( ... )

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Re: the T� of Piglet and a hamster named Penfold. yukimi January 29 2002, 15:36:34 UTC
We are the stumbling stones of the faltering
the worms grubbing their way blindly in search of nothing
of everything
even gods die
everything dies

I'm just feeling melancholy. Detached, etc. And I know the difference freak. :) Sometimes I just don't feel like this any of it, the trials, the happiness, any of it has any meaning, because it's just going to evaporate when I wake up one morning, I'll realize this was a dream, all of it.

Blah. Work then! :P

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existential blues =) sandbar January 30 2002, 08:40:09 UTC
work then! lol :)

so, there I was, dancing.

*unf unf*

-whiteboy with a router

Eat, drink, and be merry
for tomorrow ye shall evaporate
*dance*

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