Doppelgänger: A Poem of Sin and Synonyms
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
Group Poem XVII
Re: Group Poem XVII
Doppelgänger: A Poem of Sin and Synonyms
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XVII
Doppelgänger: A Poem of Sin and Synonyms
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Some means to stop my blasphemy when I attempt to pray
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Some means to stop my blasphemy when I attempt to pray
Re: Group Poem XVII
Doppelgänger: A Poem of Sin and Synonyms
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Some means to stop my blasphemy when I attempt to pray
Until there is, I'll try to balance shades of good and evil
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Some means to stop my blasphemy when I attempt to pray
Until there is, I'll try to balance shades of good and evil
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XVII
Doppelgänger: A Poem of Sin and Synonyms
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Some means to stop my blasphemy when I attempt to pray
Until there is, I'll try to balance shades of good and evil
And hope my key to paradise is not beyond retrieval.
I want to be forever good—until I want what’s bad
I try to banish sinful thoughts, till virtue drives me mad
It’s like an evil twin emerges with no decency
A fiend that issues from the depths of my psychology
I’ve tried to vanquish this dark side with therapy and prayer
But neither Freud nor God can best that lawless soul in there
The animus appeared at first the day that I was born
Like Eden's primal serpent, or a rose's early thorn
Sometimes that dagger's needed to protect the tender heart
Of fragile things. For me, it only tears the soul apart.
From childhood's lies and tantrums, I progressed to lust and greed
Giving in to every longing at a death-defying speed
As the immortal Shakespeare wrote: To thine own self be true
My id keeps being truer than my ego wants it to
That inner beast persists in mocking all my solemn vows
To urge sardonic barbeques of all my sacred cows
I wish there were some holy writ to make me change my way
Some means to stop my blasphemy when I attempt to pray
Until there is, I'll try to balance shades of good and evil
And hope my key to paradise is not beyond retrieval.
Re: Group Poem XVII
A good (respectable) effort (attempt) by all (everyone)!
saparris
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Ars longa, vita brevis
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Re: Group Poem XVII
Thank you all. This was, to me at least, a formidable challenge, and well met by the authors. Kudos to all. I expect I speak for most of us when I say I look forward to XVIII. Now, where is that emoticon for "bated breath?"
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Re: Group Poem XVII
A good (respectable) effort (attempt) by all (everyone)!
saparris
Far more than respectable. Excellent. I watched it forming
and am in awe of "youse guys". Bravo.
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