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Sweet Promiselife is too full of sweet promise
to be dissuaded
by bitter bites
of a transitory
present
The land beyond dreams...Of a life beyond life in this dream beyond dreams,
I dreamed I could see her again
For they took her away, leaving my heart to stray
Weeping, not dreaming again

And I dreamed beyond life I could live beyond dream,
So longing to be there again
To see beyond death where I'd love her again,
For the lie that is life lies in death of all man

Kind is the heart that was once my own,
Beating for her with a fury unknown
The heart of her eyes, the soul that once seemed,
In the land of the dream beyond dreams

Still I hope beyond hope she was not but a dream,
A light, to die out my soul's
For her life was the light that once watched me by n
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Five, seven and five
sky and soilShe was carved from an
old Oak tree who had
never seen the fluorescent light
of a supermarket plaza.

And she did not know what force
carved her into the tree,
but knew it to be true.

For as she sits, eyes closed, atop
yet another high peak, she feels
fixed to the sky, to the soil,
to the oaks and the elms,
and to the earth.

All that's left now is to keep climbing,
to find that old Oak tree who knows
nothing of fluorescent lights or supermarkets.
Because it is somewhere.
ApotheosisHere standing in a fearsome gale,
Cast by the seas onto a shore
Without a mountain or a dale,
With only sands that whip skin sore
And teeth of rock that seek to rend
A bird or beast from bone to bone,
And acrid winds his back to bend,
Exposed, despondent, and alone,
                This is a man, this is a man.

He toils, wherefore he knoweth not;
He lives to shiver in the snow
Or lie prostrate when it is hot;
Whatever wonders he may sow,
He reaps a burr or bramble there,
For rains have smothered any crop,
The earth devoid of any fare,
And yet --- h
Life Consumes Life PalindromeHumanity
Consumes Earth
Depleting forever: air.
Minds Thinking Away, Burning,
Thought after thought.
Existence breeds death, decay
Bacteria festering nauseatingly
Life
Consumes
Life.
Nauseatingly festering bacteria:
Decay: death breeds existence.
Thought after thought,
Burning away thinking minds.
Air, forever depleting,
Earth consumes
Humanity.
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i want to learn what's it like to wake up in the morning and not feel sad.

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just a perfect day,
drink sangria in the park,
and then later, when it gets dark,
we go home.
just a perfect day,
feed animals in the zoo
then later, a movie, too,
and then home.

i get to work. it is a mess, papers are all over the floor, some are burning, people are crying, burning papers, screaming... somebody hands me a huge pile of papers:
"fill those out, you're fired."
"?"

i am sitting on the floor and filling out the papers (all the furniture is gone as well), and suddenly there is nobody around anymore. then i see her.

oh it's such a perfect day,
i'm glad i spent it with you.
oh such a perfect day,
you just keep me hanging on,
you just keep me hanging on.

she is an angel(!), literally(!!). and she is the most beautiful woman. naked. wings spread. glowing. she is helping me fill out the papers. her voice like a voice of... well, an - angel. i am in love. i am trying to kiss her. she wraps her wings around us. we continue to kiss. we make love. i can see in her eyes that she loves me.

"will you stay with me forever," i begged.
"no. not forever," she said with tears in her eyes.
"a long time then?"
"no. not a long time."
"how long then?(!!)"
"please, go."
"go. go where?"
"outside!"

i am outside.
i am rushing in.

i stop. some woman is screaming. she is trying to get in but a cute puppy is in her way. she looks terrified.

i pick up the puppy. its head is bleeding. as i try to pet it, it jumps from my arms and runs away. i am trying to catch it, but it gets away from me.

i turn to get inside again.

i see my angel. she is talking to the woman i just 'rescued'. also, she is - pregnant!(??)

my cell phone is ringing. i automatically pick it up and try to answer it. but it is not working. the battery is dead.
all the keys are marked with a zero. i am crying, still looking at the phone.

i know my life is over. i look up.

i run to my angel. drop to my knees. she is dead.
i am crying and yelling
"I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU"
her stomach is cut out. the baby is on the floor. so small. so fragile. she is dead.
"I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU"
still crying.

i look at my cell phone. i start loosing balance.

just a perfect day,
problems all left alone,
weekenders on our own.
it's such fun.
just a perfect day,
you made me forget myself.
i thought i was someone else,
someone good.

i am dying. i hit the floor. my head bangs the floor. blood starts coming out. my eyes follow the blood flow...
my angel is dead. my daughter is dead. i am dead.

oh it's such a perfect day,
i'm glad i spent it with you.
oh such a perfect day,
you just keep me hanging on,
you just keep me hanging on.

you're going to reap just what you sow,
you're going to reap just what you sow,
you're going to reap just what you sow,
you're going to reap just what you sow...
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mature content for a reason.
posted under fiction, for it would be too sad if it was true, and nobody wishes to believe that it could be true, anyhow.

based on true events.

included: lyrics from the song "perfect day" by "lou reed" from 1972.
copyright for the song is exclusive to lou reed and respective lyrics authors, music producers and the original publisher.
used under the: fair use agreement.

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Critique by ^Kaz-D Jun 21, 2010, 2:06:13 AM
Part two - so this feels like it's the same person as the first part, or could be. Yet there's a more emotional edge to that person now which I find quite enthralling. Of course i'm just interpreting it - it could be a completely new person.
The lyrics are fitting - very fitting - to the overall tone of the piece and I could hear the piece as I read this through and could imagine it getting louder and softer in appropriate places.

The first few lines - especially the arrival at work made me smile for a second. I thought about readers taking in those lines and thinking just another day at work Then I realise that perhaps work for this person was like this everyday.

I echo one of the comments below aswell - this feels like a dream. Especially one where emotion is laid bare. The desperation, and the pure love that the person feels for the angel pulls me in further - you've captured that extremely well with just a few lines of exchanged conversation.

Overall I really like this - I like the sudden change from part one, I like the sadness interrupted with the beautiful lyrics and I love how the last bit of the song rounds it off nicely.
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!Militaris Apr 14, 2010
I can't do my job becuase of the filter. Maybe next time.
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!ndstotler Oct 25, 2008  Student
is this supposed to be someone's dream?
thats what it seems like to me.
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~GrotesqueSplendor May 21, 2006
Now this part is the one I've enjoyed most of all. VERY well written indeed. The reason I say this is because you inserted a positive, joyful song in this gruesome scenery, which I assume was playing on the radio - very good idea!

The environment is well described as well as his dementia. You know what tho? This made me recall a Max Payne-like dream (I dunno if you're familiar with the video game) but in an all different storyline. I assume this is some kind of dream he is having after he wiped out that family in the previous part. You sense much regret and desperation in all of it. He is confused, anxious and you actually feel it :)

Again, good work ;)
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~Libra13 Mar 26, 2006
same reaction i had for the first part:
wow.
and once again, i feel as though i don't even understand it, but i'm amazed and curious and confused and wanting to know more.
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~michaelangel0 Feb 22, 2006   Interface Designer
It seems to me like you are elaborating on the plot of a dream you might have had recently... Two pieces, two dreams. But yes, interlinked, and i hope to soon find out how and why!

Peace
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~Alter8Ego Dec 30, 2005
Oh.. and the graphic you created for it is pretty snazzy to, esp within the context of your series title ;)
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~Alter8Ego Dec 30, 2005
I enjoy this one much more than the first piece of the series.. and I must say that each one gains an additional layer of meaning when approached within the context of a possible correlation. They certainly share a common thread in the intense emotions and the drama that takes place, death, loss and devastation. Almost like the night mares of someone dealing with traumatic stress dissorder.

I also enjoy the parable like surreal plot in this story. It has intriguing surreal elements like the appearance of the angel.. which symbolically can be interpreted in many ways. Perhaps it's just a glorified alegorical way to describe a beloved person, and how taken by their presence and beauty one has been, to compare her to an angel, but it also could be just that.. an angel in the evangelical sense. Both ideas lead to elaborate interpretations. And this multiplicity of meaning is precisely what makes this piece so strong. Whereas it felt almost too familiar to read the first one. If I don't know a person who has lived through that very scene in a place of war, then I surely have read about it in the news at some point. And this piece is so much more personal, and very poetic.

I like how darring you are with your use of words. The hiperbolical repetition of the words "i love you" in the moment of agony could have been replaced by a mere description of the same scene, yet you choose to express it word for word, to depict just how painful and raw the moment was. to make us hear each and every single of the cries he uttered.

I also find it interesting that you chose to write in the first person, and to identify with the protagonist within the capacity of a narrator rather than to have the readers supplant themselves into the characters.

I'm very glad to see you go back to your writings, I have a feeling that they are very therapeutic to you, and what ever is done from the heart is the best way to use one's urge to create. :hug:
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~stone-statue Dec 30, 2005
Its nice to read something that isn't so straightforward and boring :)
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~tassel Dec 29, 2005
That doesn't make much sense. But I guess when you walk into a mental hospital, it's not supposed to.

I was listening to Perfect Day while I read this. I love the song, I love Lou Reed. But you put another spin on it.
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