04-16-2012, 04:30 AM
v4.0 (some major chopping and changing)
If I put a gun to my head and pull,
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This.. miserable pile of detail-
Intolerant of my will of command, simply sits
What of all the lives lived by- 1900s?
Happy minds a moment, robbed of all
All their achievements, where did they go?
Soaring high, a bird: none of this concern
"I don't know why, but I feel"
No answer completes the considering of oneself.
If I pour my heart out-
Miserably, wants more than its share;
To play mother, father, sibling and child--
Said beauty unsafe from robbers...
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes feeling
-Mine's lived too long.
(end)
v3.0 (restructured)
If I put a gun to my head and pull,
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This, miserable pile of detail-
A seclusion lit for people to drive past
What of all the lives gone by, 1900s?
Happy lives a moment, disappeared forever
All my achievements, where will they go?
What do I want? To make it known I was here
Back in this room, If I pour my heart out,
I want all of these objects, to control them.
To play mother, father, sibling and child--
Even that beauty killed, eventually
"I don't know why, but I feel"
Problem of this century isn't it?
Silly emotion, drive, never getting me anywhere.
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes inter-operating
-Mine's lived too long.
(end)
v2.0 added 'lit' line 4, mistyped
If I put a gun to my head and pull
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This, miserable pile of detail
A seclusion lit for people to drive past
No, it doesn't exist so without observer
Alien landscape, whites and reds, who knows?
Depends on the comparison, e.g. heat vision.
I know anyway, If I pour my heart out
I want all of these objects, to control them
To play mother, father, sibling and child
Beauty killed, eventually
"I don't know why, but I feel"
Problem of this century isn't it?
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes inter-operating
"I've lived too long."
(end)
v1.0
If I put a gun to my head and pull
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This, miserable pile of detail
A seclusion for people to drive past
No, it doesn't exist so without observer
Alien landscape, whites and reds, who knows?
Depends on the comparison, e.g. heat vision.
I know anyway, If I pour my heart out
I want all of these objects, to control them
To play mother, father, sibling and child
Beauty killed, eventually
"I don't know why, but I feel"
Problem of this century isn't it?
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes inter-operating
"I've lived too long."
(end)
If I put a gun to my head and pull,
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This.. miserable pile of detail-
Intolerant of my will of command, simply sits
What of all the lives lived by- 1900s?
Happy minds a moment, robbed of all
All their achievements, where did they go?
Soaring high, a bird: none of this concern
"I don't know why, but I feel"
No answer completes the considering of oneself.
If I pour my heart out-
Miserably, wants more than its share;
To play mother, father, sibling and child--
Said beauty unsafe from robbers...
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes feeling
-Mine's lived too long.
(end)
v3.0 (restructured)
If I put a gun to my head and pull,
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This, miserable pile of detail-
A seclusion lit for people to drive past
What of all the lives gone by, 1900s?
Happy lives a moment, disappeared forever
All my achievements, where will they go?
What do I want? To make it known I was here
Back in this room, If I pour my heart out,
I want all of these objects, to control them.
To play mother, father, sibling and child--
Even that beauty killed, eventually
"I don't know why, but I feel"
Problem of this century isn't it?
Silly emotion, drive, never getting me anywhere.
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes inter-operating
-Mine's lived too long.
(end)
v2.0 added 'lit' line 4, mistyped
If I put a gun to my head and pull
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This, miserable pile of detail
A seclusion lit for people to drive past
No, it doesn't exist so without observer
Alien landscape, whites and reds, who knows?
Depends on the comparison, e.g. heat vision.
I know anyway, If I pour my heart out
I want all of these objects, to control them
To play mother, father, sibling and child
Beauty killed, eventually
"I don't know why, but I feel"
Problem of this century isn't it?
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes inter-operating
"I've lived too long."
(end)
v1.0
If I put a gun to my head and pull
This room stays here, lit and playing music, no?
This, miserable pile of detail
A seclusion for people to drive past
No, it doesn't exist so without observer
Alien landscape, whites and reds, who knows?
Depends on the comparison, e.g. heat vision.
I know anyway, If I pour my heart out
I want all of these objects, to control them
To play mother, father, sibling and child
Beauty killed, eventually
"I don't know why, but I feel"
Problem of this century isn't it?
All I know:
The next century will go on, small universes inter-operating
"I've lived too long."
(end)