09-01-2019, 08:46 AM
The mouthing jaws of the mountain, mouthing is a verb, indicating mouth-like movements. Mountains don’t move.
its topaz eyes of winter,
the creaking regal posture
of an ancient hungry…OK so I’m going to ask the obvious - hungry what? Hopefully there’s something to answer the question in the following part of the poem.
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I’ve no divine sword
nor Zeusian arms of judgement, kind of a nonsensical phrase. What would Zeus’ arms have to do with judgement? Even in a metaphorical sense. Retribution, maybe, because the arms could wing a sword.
I am but a puppet
for the world to pull my strings,
make me dance
make me cry, cliche’d imagery with ‘puppet’. Something fresh?
just please don’t make me…Won’t ask this time.
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The burn mark itches
with dryness and red,
I try to scratch it off
but it’s branded me a…this isn’t inspiring any sense of expectation or curiosity.
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The bandage releases, The bandage releases what?
peers the demon’s face, The bandage releases then peers?
an ice cold wraith,cliche
a gluttonous tyrant cliche
freezes me in my moment of trepidation,cliche
my moment of trepidation,cliche
my moment of trepidation,
my moment of trepidation!
I am an animal,
nothing more nothing less,
then what am I to this monster,
what am…?
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Perception is an illusion paradoxical terms only work if you finally present some way of resolving the pardox
or is it real?
What is real and not?
My fear is real.
My fear is…
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Give me a gun a sword an axe,
anything to fend this attack!
I’ll bow I’ll shit I’ll cry I…?
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MURDERER, DEAD, COWARD, NOT REAL,
I AM BRAVE, I WON’T DIE!
I WON'T LIVE, I WON’T CRY!
I AM WEAK, I AM FLAWED
BUT I AM NOT A NAIL IN THE BOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
I AM NOT A NAIL IN THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD!!!
I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT
A NAIL IN THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD!!!
I cast you back to hell.
An ancient hungry what? The ending providing nothin interesting or informative to make me feel the read was worthwhile. I don’t know how make it so it would seem such.
its topaz eyes of winter,
the creaking regal posture
of an ancient hungry…OK so I’m going to ask the obvious - hungry what? Hopefully there’s something to answer the question in the following part of the poem.
…
…
…
…
I’ve no divine sword
nor Zeusian arms of judgement, kind of a nonsensical phrase. What would Zeus’ arms have to do with judgement? Even in a metaphorical sense. Retribution, maybe, because the arms could wing a sword.
I am but a puppet
for the world to pull my strings,
make me dance
make me cry, cliche’d imagery with ‘puppet’. Something fresh?
just please don’t make me…Won’t ask this time.
…
…
…
…
The burn mark itches
with dryness and red,
I try to scratch it off
but it’s branded me a…this isn’t inspiring any sense of expectation or curiosity.
…
…
…
…
The bandage releases, The bandage releases what?
peers the demon’s face, The bandage releases then peers?
an ice cold wraith,cliche
a gluttonous tyrant cliche
freezes me in my moment of trepidation,cliche
my moment of trepidation,cliche
my moment of trepidation,
my moment of trepidation!
I am an animal,
nothing more nothing less,
then what am I to this monster,
what am…?
…
…
…
…
Perception is an illusion paradoxical terms only work if you finally present some way of resolving the pardox
or is it real?
What is real and not?
My fear is real.
My fear is…
…
…
…
…
Give me a gun a sword an axe,
anything to fend this attack!
I’ll bow I’ll shit I’ll cry I…?
…
…
…
…
MURDERER, DEAD, COWARD, NOT REAL,
I AM BRAVE, I WON’T DIE!
I WON'T LIVE, I WON’T CRY!
I AM WEAK, I AM FLAWED
BUT I AM NOT A NAIL IN THE BOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
I AM NOT A NAIL IN THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD!!!
I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT
A NAIL IN THE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARD!!!
I cast you back to hell.
An ancient hungry what? The ending providing nothin interesting or informative to make me feel the read was worthwhile. I don’t know how make it so it would seem such.
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery. TS Eliot

