Spinning complacently in the darkness
Covered and blinded by a blanket of little lives
False security has lulled the madness of this world into a slumber
Wake Up!
An eye is upon you
Staring straight down and keenly through,
Seeing all that you are and everything that you can never be
Yes, an eye is upon you, an eye ready to blink.
SO face forward, with arms wide open and mind reeling
Your future has arrived...Are you ready to go?
...I bring you...Hollow's Edge...coming soon.
Covered and blinded by a blanket of little lives
False security has lulled the madness of this world into a slumber
Wake Up!
An eye is upon you
Staring straight down and keenly through,
Seeing all that you are and everything that you can never be
Yes, an eye is upon you, an eye ready to blink.
SO face forward, with arms wide open and mind reeling
Your future has arrived...Are you ready to go?
...I bring you...Hollow's Edge...coming soon.
A Dream Within A Dream
Posted 11-05-2009 at 11:12 PM by Hollow_Cost
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Bravo Hollow_Cost. Very nice.Posted 11-05-2009 at 11:41 PM by Luke 
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Thank you sir. What's amazing to me about this poem is that I've been reading it for fifteen years, and everytime I look at it I find something new.
Posted 11-06-2009 at 02:26 AM by Hollow_Cost 
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One should always be drunk….that is all that matters
So as not to feel times horrible burden that breaks your shoulders
And bows you down, you must get drunk
Get drunk without ceasing, but what with?
With wine, or poetry, or virtue, as you choose
But get drunk
And if sometime on the steps of a palace
Or in the green grass of a ditch
Or in the bleak solitude of you room
Where you wake up and your drunkenness is already abated
Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock
All that which flees, all that which rolls, all that which groans
All that which sings, all that which speaks
Ask them what time it is
And the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply
It is time
To get drunk
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of time
Get drunk
Get drunk, and never pause for rest
With wine, or poetry, or virtue…as you choosePosted 03-02-2010 at 04:00 AM by Hollow_Cost
