shakespeare
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I had a weird dream last night that had something to do with me realizing that I am able to feel more deeply now that I am slowly getting all antipsychotics out of my system. 2 things were weird. I remembered it. It was the middle of the night. Those are the ones we almost…
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by Jones Verse. I’ve been studying this guy’s poetry lately and this sonnet here put anything I’ve ever written to shame. I’m not coming down too hard on myself. I am a dang good poet. I am better than 99% of the world population. I have a lot to be proud of, but it’s also…
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I’m trying to break all bad habits at once.I prob’ly need to take it sorta slow.It’s just that I cannot wait to confrontThe version of me that I used to know. The guy who got me in this mess himself—A person who right now does not exist—It’s sort of silly to place blame yourselfOn someone…
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Called “The World” that I particularly like. ‘T is all a great show,This world that we’re in,None can tell when ‘t was finished,None saw it begin;Men wonder and gaze throughIts courts and its halls,Like children whose love isThe picture-hung walls. There are flowers in the meadow,There are clouds in the sky,Songs pour from the woodland,The…
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William Shakespeare was a fraud. He prob’ly lived, but it’d be odd. That the son Of a glover Got the education You would need To craft such fine lit’trature There’s also Thirty-Three.
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This opening monologue to Romeo and Juliet is a self-contained Shakespearean Sonnet? Two households, both alike in dignity (In fair Verona, where we lay our scene), From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.5 From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love10 And the continuance of their parents’ rage, Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Break it up if you need to. 3 quatrains, 1 couplet.
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Wanted to write a sonnet but I don’tKnow what to write about. I guess we’ll see.At least I want to fill the world with hope.The savior that you need is within thee. If everyone could read the ancient talesAnd work out for themselves just what they meanThen everyone would have the key to God.But this…
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The weekend is the system.The weakened will not listen.A plague on bothSaid good ‘ol Thoth.The demiurge has kissed them.Why should we work for days?So we run out of ways,To save our souls.With no control,We’ll vanish in the haze.
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London is a Roman town. Convince me I am wrong. It wasn’t there til Romans came And built it there along The Thames, and if you didn’t know The Globe was on the North- Ern side where all the prisons were But oh, how Shakespeare glowed Whenever he was writing ‘bout The wonderful Monarchs. See,…
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I used to quote Shakespeare. It would drive the ladies mad. But I grew up and realized That Shakespeare isn’t rad. See, Shakespeare’s propaganda Which is why that shit survives When so much else is lost to us— We’ve mostly bare archives!
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I lost a love today Feels like I lost a life Some say you need companionship I went and got a wife But she and I Weren’t eye-to-eye And so she left me bare Now I’m alone Without a home And now I’m without hair.
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Life is about loss and Life is about change. Life is about sailing on The seas of pain. How nothing Ever Stays the same. We only have Ourselves to blame. Love is a concept. Love is a drug Love is a perfect, Comforting hug. Love isn’t definable. Love is just love. Love—when she fits you…
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I had an aching concept for a poem. It wormed its way into my brain today. I felt compelled to give a proper home To all these lovely words that came to play. And as it played it spread to half a page. Contrived, it told an old familiar tale. About an evil wizard…
Musings of the Mad 