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The rhythmic ting:

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1 The rhythmic ting: on Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:35 pm

The rhythmic ting of the ceiling fan stirs me
Awakens my creative juices, shaking them free.
The rhythmic ting of the ceiling fan, synonymous with time
my youth and reckless enjoyment once so sublime.
In my thoughts my old darling again flirts and tempts
I have to remind myself of her poisonous stench.

I choose peace & love rather than this.
To fall for her sting will destroy all my chances of bliss
but idle hands are the devil's playground
and if idle hands find no purpose, death can be found.
For the mind easily forgets the past consequences
and rather dwells on carnal urges I remember she quenches.

I choose life & peace rather than this
so for now, my deceitful darling, I'll give you a miss.
Don't visit, write, flirt nor remind me
for you are destructive, painful, and death's decree.

The rhythmic ting of a ceiling fan stirs me
Awakens my creative juices, shaking them free.
They say that life is a race against one self
but I'm in no hurry, for in life I want to delve.
While others are considering the ending
this moment I'm thrilled with the beginning.

I choose love & life rather than this
and enjoy the gift of creation, nothing I'll miss.
A tour of all creation filled with cheerful joy
someday my own family, children, a girl or a boy

The rhythmic ting of the ceiling fan stirs me
I lay here smiling, anticipating in glee
I know the plans for me He has
plans to prosper with infinite love , alas.

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2 Re: The rhythmic ting: on Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:58 pm

comment on the work of a new contributor is always dicey ... firstly , welcome !

The first two verses are astonishlingly symmetrical in their meanings . In the third verse ( the climax? ) the tone becomes more harsh : ' deceitful darling' ( the worst accusation thinkable , to my mind ) explains the finality of your ' death's decree '

It appears as if you actually overcome the obsession with your ex from this verse : Summarily you manage to replace all the dark thoughts of the first three verses with delightful joy , culminating in an unexpected religious decleration of faith . Great work !

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3 Re: The rhythmic ting: on Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:06 pm

this man is an enigma

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