The Ragged Romantic
You epitomise the artist
consumed by fire
sleeping where you fall
never content with simply living
always pushing
always reaching
for passionate inspiration
regardless of the pain caused to you
Endless chains of cigarettes
tempted ever onward
by an elusive muse
seductive, addictive
You are a man
without place, or time
locked within your tower walls
skirting the edges of madness
for love
Love in all of its glory
and darkness
bliss and desolation
compassion and hatred
Crossing lush
and despairing landscapes
that would crush lesser men
So that your words
may cross boundaries
to touch hearts who
hear the same call
and know the same
inescapable longing.
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The Ragged Romantic
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Posted 18 January 2010 - 12:39 AM

"The world is a book of which those who never stir from home read but a page." -St. Augustine
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Posted 18 January 2010 - 01:35 AM
This poem is about Ville right ? The words fit him to a tee , good job with that .

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Posted 18 January 2010 - 01:55 AM
Medusa, on 18 January 2010 - 01:35 AM, said:
This poem is about Ville right ? The words fit him to a tee , good job with that .
Yes, t'is about Ville. There is just something about him that reminds me of Lord Byron, or Percy Shelley...

"The world is a book of which those who never stir from home read but a page." -St. Augustine
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