If I should meet you

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If I should meet you

Postby Saturn » Mon Mar 12, 2007 3:32 pm

It seems the more personal and the more heartfelt the subject I descend to almost Nursery-Rhyme simplicity.
Whether this works or not I leave up to you.


If I should meet you

“Cancel, Catullus, the expectancies of friendship
cancel the kindness deemed to accrue there:
kindness is barren, friendship breeds nothing,
only the weight of past deeds growing oppressive
as Catullus has discovered, bitter & troubled,
in one he had once accounted a unique friend.”
Catullus, No. LXIII.


My friend, once my brother
You've left me with a hole
A dark and lonely well
In the centre of my soul.

You promised me we'd laugh
At today's misfortunes hence
As old men do in their cups
Sans eyes, sans legs and sense.

What happened to the laughter
We shared in better times?
Your voice now echoes hollow
Like half-remembered rhymes.

All of your words ring false
Like a harsh discordant bell.
I wonder I believed them,
And couldn't hear the knell.

Think not that I hate you
Or wish upon you any ill
But you've lost a friend
Whose place you'll never fill.

I thought you were different
From false and fickle friends;
That I always would possess
That trust that never ends.

Your coldness appals me
Your ingratitude astounds
I find my memories tainted
Like long forgotten sounds.

But if I should meet you
In some unfamiliar place
Will you pass right by me
Or not recognise my face?
_________
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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Postby dks » Wed Mar 21, 2007 4:38 am

I'm just now getting around to reading this...I've missed a few posts...I've been uber-busy!

This is deeply sad. The long lost comitatus feeling is certainly there, Stephen. I love these lines particularly:

You promised me we'd laugh
At today's misfortunes hence
As old men do in their cups
Sans eyes, sans legs and sense.

What happened to the laughter
We shared in better times?
Your voice now echoes hollow
Like half-remembered rhymes.


Very nice, indeed.
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the Truth of Imagination."
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Postby Saturn » Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:18 pm

I really regret writing this and was going to remove it actually its very bitter and twisted and unworthy and undeserving of me :oops:

My only excuse is that it was written in pain and great disappointment but still it's very harsh on my former amigo :(
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