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Replay The Eerie Tune

Orpheus leads Ophelia by her hand
high up the winding rocky mountain path
while clutching cold frame of his silver lyre
with taut strings humming in the frantic wind,
quickly with caution past

surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/

surazeus.blogspot.comReplay The Eerie Tune Replay The Eerie Tune © Surazeus 2025 04 18 Orpheus leads Ophelia by her hand high up the winding rocky mountain path while clutching c...

 I’ll tell you something, things you never had you’ll never miss
 I’ll tell you something, things you never had you’ll never miss
 A brave man will kill you with a sword, a coward with a kiss
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Song: “Gonna Change My Way of Thinking”
Album: Slow Train Coming
First played: 1979-11-01
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bobdylan.com/songs/gonna-chang
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#Music #Rock #Folk #Dylan #BobDylan #MusicHistory #Lyrics #Poetry

www.bobdylan.comGonna Change My Way of Thinking | The Official Bob Dylan Site

Trickery Of The Zodiac

Too high above confounding maze of doors
on wings of angels stolen from dark Hell,
young son of Hamlet and Ophelia
falls in love with Juliet in red dress
when she dances gracefully by the stream

surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/

surazeus.blogspot.comTrickery Of The Zodiac Trickery Of The Zodiac © Surazeus 2025 04 18 Too high above confounding maze of doors on wings of angels stolen from dark Hell, young s...

“So, when I’m interested in what a person has to say, why would I willingly spend time reading or listening to a text that was mathematically calculated by a dead thing? I would not. And once you consider this reality, I believe you will lose interest as well.” texasobserver.org/ai-writing-n

The Texas Observer · AI Is DeadA Texas author earned a certificate in AI—but there’s no way he’d ever use it to write a book.
#AI#art#poetry

i'm haunting your ghost
given you seem tied to a place
i'm still free to leave

although i usually don't

spaces you knit from the world
shaped ways you hoped
would safehouse you

the scene of your harm

clatter the bones to shards
and the mind more fragile
just by mis-stepping

hospitalised again

watching you try to stitch together
rags of your shredded mind
to tapestry some meaning

to sheathe the blade of what is

#SmallPoems #Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt 18 April 2025 - salve

My Love

Beauty has many forms,
or so Selene shows me.

In the velvet night,
she reigns, perfect,
blushing, at the rays
of Helios’ gaze.

Though she hides
behind her veil,
always, it is until
she reveals, again,
her splendour.

I seek no artificial
perfection.
I have found entrancement
in the darkness,
the light, the shadow,
of Selene's heart;
her ancient, tender,
suffering soul.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025