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| Published Poetry Discussion of classic and contemporary verse or lyrics. |
04-12-2007, 08:12 PM
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This Time Imperfect- Davey Havok from AFI
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We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
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So subtly is the fume of life designed
To clairfy the pulse and cloud the mind
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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04-15-2007, 02:41 AM
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I love this poem.
AFI is the best.
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04-15-2007, 03:00 AM
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It is a great poem, but it isn't called This Time Imperfect. This Time Imperfect is the song that follows it. The poem itself is called 'the Spoken Word' I think.
But at any rate, it is amazing, like the rest of Davey's lyrics.
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"Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you"
-"The Wasteland" by T.S. Elliot
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04-15-2007, 08:23 PM
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I know that the song after is This Time Imperfect, but I never really thought that the poem had a name. I thought it was just, you know, like a prelude to the hidden track.
If that makes any sense.
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04-16-2007, 01:14 PM
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Yeah, I don't think "The Spoken Word" is an official name, or anything. It's just one that has been adopted for it. But I love the song This Time Imperfect, it's one of the best on the album.
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"Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you"
-"The Wasteland" by T.S. Elliot
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