Fireplace
Ilya Shambat
And into your spirit I will go
The way you know me with your eyes
And in what way you tell me so
I should have known - ah - it is you
I should have known what speaks your soul
What hides behind your eyes of blue -
I should have known, have known it all
It's warm inside the fireplace
It's soft and warm inside your mind
It's white and sweet in your embrace
More than in all of humankind
I do not know why I am here
I do not know what makes life be
But everything that I hold dear
Is found inside the truth of thee
Your kindness and your giving heart
The gorgeous passion of your soul
The tenderness that you impart -
I love it all, I love it all,
And if I were to die today
I'd know forever and again
That I have understood the way
And that I have not lived in vain.
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Sick Mind
"Ilya Shambat" <isha...@hotmail.com> wrote
First of all the good news - it's way more interesting than anything
Renay has said lately. The old gaurd generally is losing its edge. You
might take over anytime.
Now the bad news. Maybe it is my age, maybe my ethnicity, whatever
that it, but I don't enjoy seeing love in public. Sure love is a wonderful
thing, but it isn't for the public. Who are the people in that poem? Where
did they meet? Why does she find him interesting or he her? Do they have
jobs? All sorts of material for a good story there. A bit of romance is
good too, but please put it in a setting with more details, especially that
would help the public fit the story in its proper connection.
This part bears repeating though:
> I should have known - ah - it is you
> I should have known what speaks your soul
> What hides behind your eyes of blue -
> I should have known, have known it all
Sick Mind a.k.a. Mind Manner
boro...@worldnet.att.net
Robert St. James (el corazon del demonio)
"Ilya Shambat"
> Into my spirit I will rise
> And into your spirit I will go
> The way you know me with your eyes
> And in what way you tell me so
>
> I should have known - ah - it is you
> I should have known what speaks your soul
> What hides behind your eyes of blue -
> I should have known, have known it all
>
> It's warm inside the fireplace
Ho-ho, yes, I bet it is! Crackling hot!
"I love you so much baby, that I threw myself on the fire
skin's all blistered and burned baby, that's how I show my desire"
Hey, do you think you could find a few *more* groups to x-post to?
RstJ
Central CPU
"Ilya Shambat" <isha...@hotmail.com> wrote
If it's thirty seconds in the middle of a two hour movie, it's art. If
there is nothing else in the movie, it's porn.
I have confidence in you though. Run for president of r.a.p.
--CCPU
Ilya Shambat
> First of all the good news - it's way more interesting than anything
> Renay has said lately. The old gaurd generally is losing its edge. You
> might take over anytime.
Well, I am posting my poetry here every time I write. I don't write
that much. Renay sounds like a heckler more than a poet.
> Now the bad news. Maybe it is my age, maybe my ethnicity, whatever
> that it, but I don't enjoy seeing love in public. Sure love is a wonderful
> thing, but it isn't for the public.
Really? When I was kissing my girlfriend at a bar in Kansas City,
someone came up to us and thanked us, said he enjoyed watching the
display.
> Who are the people in that poem?
Me and a wonderful woman artist.
> Where did they meet?
At an art store reception where she was the guest artist and he was
the guest poet.
> Why does she find him interesting or he her?
The themes they express in their art.
> Do they have jobs?
He is in the computer field and gets jobs then gets laid off. She gets
contracts doing photography.
All sorts of material for a good story there. A bit of romance is
> good too, but please put it in a setting with more details, especially that
> would help the public fit the story in its proper connection.
>
> This part bears repeating though:
> > I should have known - ah - it is you
> > I should have known what speaks your soul
> > What hides behind your eyes of blue -
> > I should have known, have known it all
Thank you.
Robert St. James (el corazon del demonio)
"Ilya Shambat<...>
> Well, I am posting my poetry here every time I write. I don't write
> that much. Renay sounds like a heckler more than a poet.
So, this would be what...some kind of prose-poem, then?
>
> > Now the bad news. Maybe it is my age, maybe my ethnicity, whatever
> > that it, but I don't enjoy seeing love in public. Sure love is a wonderful
> > thing, but it isn't for the public.
>
> Really? When I was kissing my girlfriend at a bar in Kansas City,
> someone came up to us and thanked us, said he enjoyed watching the
> display.
Was he waiting for you in the parking lot, asking for another "display?"
You don't have much of a sense of sarcasm. I'm glad this guy liked
your kissing routine. You should hear the thunderous applause that
accompanies some famous stripper's routine.
>
> > Who are the people in that poem?
>
> Me and a wonderful woman artist.
Oooh. A "woman artist." Wow. No wonder your stuff comes off
as dull and labored. This doesn't say anything. What *kind* of artist?
>
> > Where did they meet?
>
> At an art store reception where she was the guest artist and he was
> the guest poet.
>
> > Why does she find him interesting or he her?
>
> The themes they express in their art.
Blech. Two vacuous artists find a perfect, shallow reflection in each
other.
>
> > Do they have jobs?
Is this an interview?
>
> He is in the computer field and gets jobs then gets laid off. She gets
> contracts doing photography.
>
> All sorts of material for a good story there. A bit of romance is
> > good too, but please put it in a setting with more details, especially that
> > would help the public fit the story in its proper connection.
> >
> > This part bears repeating though:
> > > I should have known - ah - it is you
> > > I should have known what speaks your soul
> > > What hides behind your eyes of blue -
> > > I should have known, have known it all
Double-blech. "speaks your soul" what exactly is that
supposed to mean? Oooh. Soooooulll.
These are four utterly dull lines which say nothing,
nothing at all. There's a difference between being
mysterious, spirtual , and being a cosmic
placeholder for actual feelings and emotions. "Soul"
is one of those placeholder words. It says zero. Evil
soul, luminent soul, abused-at-10-and-permanently-damaged-soul,
swiss-army-knife soul, the soul of an ancient oak tree outside
albuquerque, the reincarnated soul of a frankish foot soldier
killed by the roman legions, the soul of a famous painter
of cow bones and roses.
Ok, those are *souls*. What you have above is shorthand
for "I'm trying to be deep" which you mistake for "succeeding
at being deep."
RstJ