Stray Poetry

 Poetry is not merely found in dusty books, but more often than not, in songs. Here is a song: Lucky by the UK group Radiohead.

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I´m on a roll, I´m on a roll
This time, I feel my luck could change
Kill me Sarah, kill me again with love
It´s gonna be a glorious day

Pull me out of the aircrash
Pull me out of the lake
I´m your superhero
We are standing on the edge

The Head of State has called for me by name
But I don´t have time for him
It´s gonna be a glorious day
I feel my luck could change

Pull me out of the aircrash
Pull me out of the lake
I´m your superhero
We are standing on the edge

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poetic, no?

-Ezra Hilyer - http://www.straypoetry.com

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

“Love comes unseen; we only see it go.” –Austin Dobson

Probably more has been written on the subject of ‘love’ than any other subject in life, more poets find inspiration with the lack or loss of love than by any other human emotion. Why is this quote so striking?

Love does creep upon us unseen, even the ‘love at first sight’ experiences are just that; a surprise. When loves comes slowly, it creeps up on us while we are unaware, it builds in the subconscious by bits and pieces until it is finally too powerful to ignore. When one is on the receiving end of love (or imagined love), few see it coming. Suddenly we are overwhelmed.

Love on its way out is indelibly visible and painful. To lose that place in the heart of another is ultimate betrayal; a ripping of souls; a shattering of the silken bonds of two spirits. To lose your love for another slowly is a series of small rationalizations, a pulling away and cutting threads one at a time.

Like a landslide, it starts small and soon the weight of emotion slips completely from its hold, and rushes downward with powerful force ripping away everything and all things in its path. Leaving merely a pile of rubble where once was a shining castle.

-Ezra Hilyer