Friction can be a drag

In the interests of free speech…just make it interesting

You Asked:

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You asked me once what it was I want
but what I need is more prescient

I need to live your love expressed
comfortable, painful, beautiful

I believe that we are meant to be
I need you now and always to know

Life with any other is a lie
Built to hide the truth impossibly.

For a time I rudely attempted
To love enough for the both of us

But on comatose reflection
I discovered I had drowned your voice.

I am ready to hear you again
Over the din of my strident heart.

I apologise for each hurdle
That we are oft forced to overcome

Though I treasure each experience
As growth has flourished in we through us.

Destiny proffers a range of choice
For our exertion to exploit.

I ask us to seep through the iced block
And sink into the blissful depths

Where our effulgent cores beat in step
With good playfully bound in passion.

To achieve a time where we construct
Dreams to reality for all

Until with age we are surrounded
In libraries of truth now practiced

Telling stories to our abundant
Grand-children, eagerly drinking bliss.

In love, remorse, and calm gratitude
Flowering in your rich hearts’ garden.



Written by rexinfinite

December 14, 2006 at 12:23 pm

Posted in depressing, quirky

13 Responses

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  1. Whats that all about??!


    December 14, 2006 at 12:40 pm

  2. WTF?


    December 14, 2006 at 12:42 pm

  3. Here’s one:

    There was a young fellow named perkin
    Who was always jerkin his gherkin
    His father said perkin
    Stop jerkin your gherkin
    Your gherkins fer ferkin not jerkin


    December 14, 2006 at 12:51 pm

  4. There was a young man from Uppingham
    Who stood on the bridge at Buckingham
    And looked at the stunts of the cunts in the punts
    And the tricks of the pricks a’fucking ’em


    December 14, 2006 at 1:14 pm

  5. I think we’ve suitably lowered the tone!
    High-brow poetry is shit.


    December 14, 2006 at 2:00 pm

  6. We rant and rave about everything far from our hearts, things over which we have no effect, but the minute you show a tear, you get ripped…

    Well, I’m not cowed!

    We needed more dimension to our expression:

    Shallow little bitches
    steppin out their britches
    impotentjacks’ cock in a rage
    splayed chairman’s ass on stage
    while igotlife
    poked lucifers’ wife
    with a penis held by stitches


    December 14, 2006 at 2:44 pm

  7. That’s wicked… and I’m honoured to be included! By the way, I love poetry too and it is annoying how it is perceived. Check out , just discovered it the other day on a Jah Wobble track.


    December 14, 2006 at 3:37 pm

  8. Great link!

    Have we finally found a space where Igotlife has nothing to say?

    Must have no heart 😉


    December 14, 2006 at 3:41 pm

  9. bagoshite
    poetry is shit unless its with music
    on its own its as dead an art form as the theatre
    you can stick your iambic pentameters, sonnets and odes up your arse!
    I do like a few silly limericks tho


    December 14, 2006 at 3:57 pm

  10. Do you read them in the Sun, you knuckle-dragging neandethal?!


    December 14, 2006 at 4:22 pm

  11. Who says there is no music 😉

    Just tap your knuckles on the table… 1…2…1…2…1…2 and whistle every third beat as you say the poem.


    December 14, 2006 at 4:33 pm

  12. The recording I’ve got is the shit, to use the parlance of our times. It’s half-sung half-ranted by some gruff old scot, all backed with some evil sounding bagpipes… not exactly chart-friendly!


    December 14, 2006 at 4:48 pm

  13. I think you two should get together and read poetry to each other…got a pretty good idea no-one else will wanna hear it.


    December 14, 2006 at 5:29 pm

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