Thursday, August 30, 2007

Some sort of a visual poem

I came so far for beauty


I left so much behind


My patience and my family

My masterpiece unsigned

I thought I'd be rewarded

For such a lonely choice

And surely she would answer

To such a...hopeless voice


I changed my style to silver

I changed my clothes to black

And where I would surrender
Now I would attack

I stormed the old casino

For the money and the flesh

And I myself decided


What was rotten and what was fresh

And men to do my bidding

And broken bones to teach


The value of my pardon
The shadow of my reach


But no, I could not touch her, With such a heavy hand

Her star beyond my order

Her nakedness unmanned


I came so far for beauty

I left so much behind

My patience and my family

My masterpiece unsigned


(Words by Leonard Cohen. Images found on Google.)

4 comments:

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Dude, you need to get laid.

Ben Varkentine said...

Dude, you need to get a soul.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

No such thing as a soul.

Ben Varkentine said...

Tell that to Bart Simpson. Hell, tell it to Ashford & Simpson.