Something else for a thursday. For Victoria. How is this.?

Question:"the poet"

Your bloodied soul,
I cling to forever.
Drink deep the sight,
of me in blindness,
your dark and thirsty eyes.
Rigid, handsome, just a poet,
suffering I must bear.
Feed me, hold me, save me,
where now, which way,
please God show me.
Pleasure safely enjoyed,
lacks any kind of life.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: "the poet"

Your bloodied soul,
I cling to forever.
Drink deep the sight,
of me in blindness,
your dark and thirsty eyes.
Rigid, handsome, just a poet,
suffering I must bear.
Feed me, hold me, save me,
where now, which way,
please God show me.
Pleasure safely enjoyed,
lacks any kind of life.

The interesting thing about human limits, whether hunger, pain, pleasure, etc - is that if you push hard enough toward any one of them - you will eventually die. Based on that fact, one can safely conclude that - it's impossible to know your actual limits.

That said - I agree with your poem. Pushing yourself to your limits is thrilling because you are flirting with death. It doesn't matter what the pursuit - love, pain, pleasure - danger...

All roads lead to death - so do as Dondi says.

thats deep maaan, reaaaal deep
gives me shivers aswell

Live dangerously and enjoy.

yeah--i like this poem, its good.

good poem

i like this one! i'm gonna * this one! lol! star!***********************************...
lol i like stars! ok i'm gonna stop now...(: x can i do my monkey screeches now? (: x pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeassse? pwease? and my chicken clucks? and my kitty meows? pwease? (: x