I'm the darkness in the light
I'm the leftness in the right
I'm the rightness in the wrong
I'm the shortness in the long
I'm the goodness in the bad
I'm the saneness in the mad
I'm the sadness in the joy
I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy
I'm the ghost in the machine
I'm the genius in the gene
I'm the beauty in the beast
I'm the sunset in the east
I'm the ruby in the dust
I'm the trust in the mistrust
I'm the trojan horse in troy
I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy
I'm the tiger's empty cage
I'm the mystery's final page
I'm the stranger's lonely glance
I'm the hero's only chance
I'm the undiscovered land
I'm the single grain of sand
I'm the christmas morning toy
I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy
I'm the world you'll never see
I'm the slave you'll never free
I'm the truth you'll never know
I'm the place you'll never go
I'm the sound you'll never hear
I'm the course you'll never steer
I'm the will you'll not destroy
I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy
I'm the half-truth in the lie
I'm the why not in the why
I'm the last roll of the die
I'm the old school in the tie
I'm the spirit in the sky
I'm the catcher in the rye
I'm the twinkle in her eye
I'm the jeff goldblum in the fly
Who am i?
My fav lines in italics ... what's yours?
7 comments:
Good one again...
My Fav:
I'm the will you'll not destroy
Nice...
I like
"I'm the world you'll never see"
"I'm the truth you'll never know"
I'm the quinine in the tonic
I'm the Om in omniscient
I'm the pebble in the shoe
I'm the simple in the complex
I'm the dimple in the cheek
I'm the leaf in the lettuce
I'm the song you never sung
I'm the picture you never hung
@sam - thanks - good choice
Dami - thanks ...hmmm
Paparazzi - that's great - I like the Om and pebble one on yours -
Now my take
I am the yawn of the lion
The rust on the iron
I am the dust on the table
The mist on a petal
I am the touch in a shove
The lust in a love
Why does - I am the lust in love - sound cynical to me, whereas the other way round would have sounded romantic?
Love. Lust. Four letter words.
Hugely off-beat to the original rhythm, nevertheless poetic:
I'm the choice in the Axiom Of Choice
I'm the one who does not play dice
I'm the contradiction which runs through this poem
I'm the Self-Reference causing this mayhem!
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