v-v ... I'm a little confused. Maybe I'm not reading it right ... but I get the idea that you think you offended me somehow. Far from it. I was honoured that you would want to know what I thought of your poem ... and accidentally ... you stumbled onto the key. I couldn't offer it to you ... I was intensely uncomfortable and afraid with doing so. but ... you asked me for it. BIG BIG difference. By inviting me to comment you gave me permission to speak my mind. And I did. I loved your poem.
So you see ... it has nothing to do with not having a say ... and everything to do with doing so publicly. Everything here ... is for all to read ... forever. Just thinking about that makes my flesh crawl. If I had something particularly personal to say to you ... or an issue with what you said ... I would NEVER do it here. I would contact you privately.
Here ... I'm Shy. On a personal level ... I'm ShyShark. Now ... don't get the wrong idea. Sharky is a sweet and gentle fishy ... ordinarily ... and he's with shy to help him overcome his shortcomings by always being ready to be strong for him ... and to defend him ... because Shy is incapable of doing that himself ... he never could. Those who have come to know me ... and when there is mutual trust ... are sometimes wary of asking sensitive things from Shy. Sharky is known to answer at times ... and Sharky can bite. He deals with honesty ... as he sincerely sees it ... and he feels especially obliged to do so with his friends in MS. Guys here deserve the truth ... they already live with more than enough lies.
Shy won't let Sharky loose in public forums anymore. He's done so before ... and the one who ends up getting bitten the hardest is Shy.
So you see ... Shawn lets the ShyShark persona deal with things. That way ... he doesn't have to accept responsibility for what those 2 fools get up to. :P
Experience is a brutal teacher.
I've been obsessing over this ... getting it set straight feels very good.
I read as much as I can and try to keep up with currant poems as they are posted. I must admit ... I have a balancing act on my hands.
The bipolar thing is an ever present, malevolent monkey on my back and I have to be careful. Some things that people write upset me ... or rather they trigger in me a deep sense of pain on their behalf ... and like some of my own stuff it gets stuck in my head and won't leave ... and ... lol ... I have enough of my own demons running amok in there ... so I limit what I read at times ... and so I do fall behind.
You are a prodigious writer v-v ... and I know for certain I haven't read all that you've written. If I haven't checked in for a little while the number of poems submitted in the interval can be too many and so I don't get to them all. I always search for those with whom ... like you ... I have a bit if a relationship ... and then move on to the new ones that catch my eye. It's a terrible system because I know I'm missing out on some that I should have read ... and by the time I get back to it ... the moment really has passed and they've moved on.
You ... I always look for ... but sometimes when I check in you're already on page 2 or 3 ... and I just don't get to you. I'll try to catch up. Like yourself I've developed a bit a a relationship with those who are here a lot ... and I have a new one to watch for now.
HEY! .... bey ... I'm talkin about you buddy ... I'll be keeping an eye on you now ... live in fear ... LOL
I have to go to work guys.
See you tonight ... if I can
Experience is a brutal teacher.
C'est à vous qu'ici je dédie Ces vers, enfants de mon loisir. Déjà ma bouteille est finie Et ma raison va revenir. Ne craignez pas que la sagesse Change votre image à mes yeux ; Je n'ai pas besoin de l'ivresse Pour vous voir bon et vertueux.
Je vais mourir le jour est-il plus sombre ? Dans les cieux léclair a-t-il lui ? Sur moi vois-je sétendre une ombre Qui présage une horrible nuit ? Non, rien na troublé la nature. Tout est riant autour de moi, Mon âme est calme et sans murmure, Mon coeur sans crainte et sans effroi Comme une vierge chaste et pure.
Sur des songes damour je mappuie et mendors, Me direz-vous ce que cest quun remords ?
Vertu, tu nes quun mot, car partout sur la terre Ainsi que Dieu je tai cherchée en vain ! Dieu ! Vertu ! paraissez, montrez-moi la lumière ! Mon coeur va devant vous shumilier soudain. Dieu ! mais cest en son nom quon maudit, quon torture Celui qui la conçu plus sublime et plus grand ? La vertu ! nest-ce pas une longue imposture Qui dérobe le riche au fer de lindigent ? On nen demande pas à lopulence altière, On en dispense le pouvoir, Le pauvre seul est tenu den avoir. Pauvre à toi la vertu ! Pauvre à toi la misère.
A nous le vice et la vie à plein verre ! Vous ! mourez sans vous plaindre : est-ce pas votre sort ? Mourez sans nous troubler ou vous êtes infâmes. Jai saisi mon poignard et jai dit, moi : de lor ! De lor avec du sang de lor et puis des femmes Quon achète et quon paye avec cet or sanglant. Des femmes et du vin un instant je veux vivre Du sang du vin livresse attendez un instant Et puis à votre loi tout entier je me livre Que voulez-vous de moi ? vous parlez déchafaud ? Me voici jai vécu jattendais le bourreau.
se ils trahissent ma confiance, ils gagnent mon absence. se ils me rejettent, ils n` me respectent. je ne ai pas de bonnes raisons de connaître ces personnes. ils puent comme la méfiance. je leur donne ma défiance. le mépris et la haine. les débris de l'humain. ils restent dans mon passé. maintenant, tout est parfait.
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