Greizer85
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Why do women love the first few songs or poems, but as they keep coming, insist that I "stop writing and start living"? Writing IS living to me; that's all there is to it. I exist to praise things, and people. I detest the ordinary life, and women seem to love nothing more. Why is that? Why do beautiful women understand and think so little of beauty - their own or that of the world?
Perhaps I'm simply a bad poet/songwriter. I write in Finnish, mostly, but I've done some English pieces. Would you object to songs like this, Boundless - day in and day out? The girl I gave it to (an elusive but charming aquintance) looked at it for a little while, then gave it back, saying "You're obviously very talented", hugged me and walked away for ever, as if from a cripple or a leper.
Beauty demands praise, the same way that a day requires sunshine. There is no difference. I will never 'mend my ways', for that would mean I'd lose myself, and betray the world of much beauty that is to yet to come. Feel free to ridicule me, since you are all of the 'modern race' here - the 'Facebook folk' - I only wish to understand your kind better, to know what exactly I resent.
More hopefully, perhaps some sort of compromise can be found. I can appreciate people as human beings, too - I can praise spirits as well as bodies, and even better, I can tell jokes and make conversation, etc. I do not know the social 'formulas', though - I hate all kinds of games between people, and will not learn stock phrases or robotic/animal behaviors such as "look away in your profile picture; NOW ask her phone number; don't call until Tuesday", etc. I'm careful not to manipulate others in any situation.
My songs and poems are not attempts to buy sex from people (I look for love, not sex alone); they stand on their own, and I am at the point where they're becoming too much more important to me than the people they're inspired by. That is why I seek your advice. I don't want to lose all human contact, although I've gotten rid of most distractions in order to preserve my abstract way of living. Most people are much better to look at than to talk to, I find (both men and women).
Perhaps I'm simply a bad poet/songwriter. I write in Finnish, mostly, but I've done some English pieces. Would you object to songs like this, Boundless - day in and day out? The girl I gave it to (an elusive but charming aquintance) looked at it for a little while, then gave it back, saying "You're obviously very talented", hugged me and walked away for ever, as if from a cripple or a leper.
Spoiler :
"Tomorrow Song" / "Starlight Bird"
i saw a bird fly yesterday
in its beak Tomorrow's bough
it's he that dropped it here today
to sing a song, remember now
now when he came i was lovelorn
there was naught i could enjoy
he came to me a sorrow's morn
he left me on an eve of joy
i cried to him, i am a fool
for lonely dreams of long ago
he sang to me, there is a rule
that only fools can ever know
in times of strife take heart of this:
it's dark until a star is lit
there's much to mourn and more to miss
time waits for you if you let it
we laughed and sang, he told me tales
of gentle thieves and of cruel kings
then over mountains, over vales
he sailed with thunder on his wings
he flew to Heaven where God laid
with weary eyes He spied the land
He saw the bird which He had made
and had it fed from angels' hands
although he was not made the first
he was the first to grace the air
and though his fangs were of the worst
there was none with feather so fair
and oh his wings, how they could fly!
he'd dive so deep, he'd fly so high
how he could sing! he'd kiss the sky
'til clouds would melt, 'til blues would die
then i saw you, my brilliant light
you touched my heart, it opened wide
two silent stars fought back the night
with love and freedom on their side
- o fare thee well, blithe friend of stars!
that dream and mem'ry gave motion
that which you brought's forever ours
high as the sky and deep as the ocean
i saw a bird fly yesterday
in its beak Tomorrow's bough
it's he that dropped it here today
to sing a song, remember now
now when he came i was lovelorn
there was naught i could enjoy
he came to me a sorrow's morn
he left me on an eve of joy
i cried to him, i am a fool
for lonely dreams of long ago
he sang to me, there is a rule
that only fools can ever know
in times of strife take heart of this:
it's dark until a star is lit
there's much to mourn and more to miss
time waits for you if you let it
we laughed and sang, he told me tales
of gentle thieves and of cruel kings
then over mountains, over vales
he sailed with thunder on his wings
he flew to Heaven where God laid
with weary eyes He spied the land
He saw the bird which He had made
and had it fed from angels' hands
although he was not made the first
he was the first to grace the air
and though his fangs were of the worst
there was none with feather so fair
and oh his wings, how they could fly!
he'd dive so deep, he'd fly so high
how he could sing! he'd kiss the sky
'til clouds would melt, 'til blues would die
then i saw you, my brilliant light
you touched my heart, it opened wide
two silent stars fought back the night
with love and freedom on their side
- o fare thee well, blithe friend of stars!
that dream and mem'ry gave motion
that which you brought's forever ours
high as the sky and deep as the ocean
Beauty demands praise, the same way that a day requires sunshine. There is no difference. I will never 'mend my ways', for that would mean I'd lose myself, and betray the world of much beauty that is to yet to come. Feel free to ridicule me, since you are all of the 'modern race' here - the 'Facebook folk' - I only wish to understand your kind better, to know what exactly I resent.
More hopefully, perhaps some sort of compromise can be found. I can appreciate people as human beings, too - I can praise spirits as well as bodies, and even better, I can tell jokes and make conversation, etc. I do not know the social 'formulas', though - I hate all kinds of games between people, and will not learn stock phrases or robotic/animal behaviors such as "look away in your profile picture; NOW ask her phone number; don't call until Tuesday", etc. I'm careful not to manipulate others in any situation.
My songs and poems are not attempts to buy sex from people (I look for love, not sex alone); they stand on their own, and I am at the point where they're becoming too much more important to me than the people they're inspired by. That is why I seek your advice. I don't want to lose all human contact, although I've gotten rid of most distractions in order to preserve my abstract way of living. Most people are much better to look at than to talk to, I find (both men and women).