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Love demands Truth. Love that bends and lies to pacify feelings When Truth stands, resolute, cannot be True Love. It may be frightened, maudlin, corrupted, Or many other things, but it cannot be True Love. Some, hoping to change the shape of Love, Would pummel the footings of Truth, But they haven't shovels enough, Nor dynamite powerful enough, Nor lies lasting long enough to dislodge True Love. True Love stands resolutely with Truth. This relationship has always existed, always will, While the Resistance has a beginning, It must eventually meet its end. (DB, meanderings, July 10, 2023)
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Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
Love and Truth
wieder entreisst ein sturm den dingen ihren sinn wieder entledigt die hülle sich seinem kern und wieder fällt wie graues flieder ein tiefer schleier ab und streicht und beisst das gefieder bis der schwere es unterlag
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
in den winden
Upon returning from Deutsch class, Where we spoke of Sturm und Drang, I reminisce about Schiller’s scull in glass and think it rather wrong. Maybe it’s just komisch your best friend stealing your noodle somehow it makes sense, I wish a really great poem he did doodle Schiller and Goethe, the poets and quite a pair were they! Even after death we know it, “Schiller’s” head was on display! The inspiration knew no bound’ries, words flowed without a hitch, like blacksmiths in metal foundries he truly found his niche Know nature, life, and death alike looking in his hollowed out eyes you never know! Inspiration may strike n'ere prompt, like lightening, o’re the skies.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Schillers Schädel
1. The reverberations of the dark blood Steam and flood The hollowed eyes; And once mouthed, issue sighs Which split the wood & shatter rock. 2. The tremulous wringing of ageing hands Shift hot sands In ugly time; And once marked, strike the chime Which holds the hour & breaks the clock.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
Bitter Moods
"sturm und drang" sagt ein mann on the train it's snowing. agley they gang, the best-laid plans plus the pain of knowing.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
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