Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The place of escape

Whatever house I may live in
- full of whichever kind of
  smells, tangles, persons

Whatever city I may travel in
and embrace its dust and grime

The temple that I worship at
- the place of mystery, awe, wonder, transcendance
will always be your heart

8 comments:

  1. Thus spoke la belle dame sans merci

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  2. Why are you angry? I was showing off my knowledge. I am reader of keats and nietzche and my fake name is Friedrich John Nietzche Keats.
    Who are you besides being a poet?

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  3. Sorry if I'm bothering you but I couldn't make out anything from the clue that you gave. I failed to figure out who you are, if we've ever met. Amen!
    ~fjnk

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  4. no problem, this is interesting :)

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  5. Interesting indeed.
    You called me a grumpy old man. That's fine. But the swear word that you used last time indicates that you also easily get irritated. Or, did you take my comment as breach of your poetic freedom?
    Let me clarify once again I didn't many any offence.
    Amen.
    ~fjnk

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  6. you called yourself a grumpy old man in one of ur comments, i just copied from there :)
    i am sorry about the swear word, i thought it was one of my friends deliberately making rude comments.
    Now that I know u r a stranger, I would say the comments were more unsympathetic than rude

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  7. i don't remember praising myself as "grumpy". maybe i'm grumpy but i just don't like the word. it chafes me.  
    but that's okay as we're strangers and we can remain unsympathetic without being rude. :-) 
    u need to be thick-skinned when u r a public face. people are out there monitoring what u say or write. that's why i don't discontinued my blog.
    this old man's suggestion would be, if friends make rude comments, not to publish them on ur site. 
    u r free not to publish mine also.
    amen.
    ~fjnk

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