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The Walking Man
I am just the walking man
Coming or going
And cannot promise you
Though I can, it’s uncertain
For there are times in the seasons
That I walk, coming to you
And others, away from you
Make your choice
Try your uncertain luck
And then wait or go
You cannot trust the oaths we swore
For to tell that which I am is difficult
Maybe just one walking man or thing
Coming here or going there
Just a walking man
Coming with dreams of something
and then stay
Or away with the ghosts van of nothing
those fruitless hopes of yesterday
Myself, I do not what or who I am
Perhaps a mystery
And sometimes admit it
That I am just what or who I am
The walking man or thing
Coming or going
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weirdelf
Thu, 2012-02-23 00:23
The walking man
do you know the word "flaneur"?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flaneur
An existential term that you express beautifully.
cheers,
Jess
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WonderGolly
Thu, 2012-02-23 06:44
interesting, Weirdelf
after doing the dictionary work, "flaneur" sure is a perfect gest the poem. nice. The Walking Man depicts a man without dreams, hopes or aspirations. he is just existing without a clue of is place among the human race. so could be right>>>> The Walking Man is a flaneur. lolz
WonderGolly :)
respects.
WonderGolly
What I love most about POETS is how they write SADNESS with SUNSHINE on their face, caption RAIN with FALLEN EMBERS and paint TEARS using the colours of WATERFALLS:lol
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