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| The Demise of The Prince | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 18 2008, 03:38 AM (60 Views) | |
| Soriddo Suneku | Jul 18 2008, 03:38 AM Post #1 |
Because J. Moses Browning didn't invent a .46
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It's a repeating nightmare For the brat prince with the detached stare And the ball is a dreadful bore Without that chase that he so adored Reason tells him don't be a fool But it's so hard to follow it's rules Temptation enters his broody head Trading thoughts for a storm instead But he puts on his garb and crown And walks into the lights and sound But he knows that it's still the same The wild mob has grown ever tame So...dull, drab, devoid of stimulation Feels like a stranger's funeral Redundancy, jesters and fools So old, bland, a pale reiteration The shade of gold can never stay Amidst a shed of shapeless tools This is the prophetic Babylon's doom As they dance to old familiar tunes And he sulks and glares across the room But his attention span wanes so soon To escape from the mindless drones He retreats to think on his throne He thinks he's better off on his own But how he hates to be so alone... For curiosity of whats in store He walks right back out for more Pretty girls in their dark clad gowns Try to relieve him of his silly frown But novelty soon falters down And he wearies of the circus clowns But they simply won't take a "no" And the crowd gives him nowhere to go Devouring all of his fiery glow And he succumbs to the flow And now he's fine, swell, intent with fascination It's all the same, but it's still a revelation Every day is a great procrastination Limited, but such a grand limitation It's not truth, but it's a good manipulation So happy with their pale imitation - End |
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| Nils | Jul 18 2008, 09:32 AM Post #2 |
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That is gorgeous. It has a very Bowie-ish feel to it. I'm not sure if that is intentional, or just because David Bowie is perfect in every way shape and form, and his influence seems to touch everything. But, upon reading it, I seem to end up with the tune of 'Life on Mars' and 'Ziggy Stardust' in my head. |
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| Soriddo Suneku | Jul 18 2008, 10:06 AM Post #3 |
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Because J. Moses Browning didn't invent a .46
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Are you sure that isn't because David Bowie is the quote in my sig? |
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| Nils | Jul 18 2008, 10:11 AM Post #4 |
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I don't know, because I read it through without seeing your sig, and I still had those tunes in my head. Perhaps it's just because Im in a Bowie mood due to my listening of the Labyrinth soundtrack earlier, but either way, it's a great poem. Deep, and incredibly well written.
Edited by Nils, Jul 18 2008, 10:12 AM.
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