poemranker ::distance by Crakyamuni

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Free verse № 36471

distance

Member since 2002 · Posted 16 Jan 2003 · 4 comments

Endless are the cycles of touch and fade Best intentions fall through fingers like sand as we dance this dance to deaths gaze Imperfect in the most perfect light of this they seek solace in the things we loath and yet we desire the same Endless are these cycles of touch and fade when worst comes to best you will be the jar carrying every grain of intent to display for friends Friends you will never need but want for knowledge and the accumulation of best intentions.

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4 comments

[n/a] Ranger 16-Jan-03/7:58 AM Reply
Take out line three and I will give this an 8-it's nice.
[n/a] Ranger › Ranger 16-Jan-03/7:58 AM Reply
Don't mean to sound bullish or anything-it's just that the old 'dance of death' etc doesn't fit in with this.
[8] thepinkbunnyofdoom 27-Jan-03/2:00 PM Reply
Confusing as those "sound of one hand clapping" type questions but i like the 2nd and 3rd lines.
[8] cuddlytiger17 4-Jan-05/6:18 PM Reply
I liked this. People too often want things just for material possessions, or because someone else expects them to desire it. Once again, good write.