Old 5th March 2004, 21:05   #1801
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just a silly little thing i came up with-

Wonderment

Full of something I just can't tell
Jealousy, anger, betrayl?
The picture of you still lies there
But what do I feel
Its like a melowed essence has eased my mind
Then turned in to a violent storm
Shaking up my insides

Lost inside a silent scream
Caught in the acts of a mutated doing
I become lost and trapped
In the whirls of a blade
Yet whats this song playing in my ears
It whispers to me
Somehow I hear
Yet do not hear
And If my words could make some sence
You'd stare at me in wonderment

"zankoku na tenshi no te-ze
madobe kara yagate tobitatsu
hotobashiru atsui patosu de
omoide wo uragiru nara
kono sora wo daite kagayaku"
And if my words could make some sence
You'd stare at me in wonderment.

The japanese bit I got from the intro of Evangelion found it in the lyrics bit it means in english-
"The cruel angel's thesis
will soon take flight through the window,
with surging, hot pathos,
if you betray your memories.
Embracing this sky and shining"

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Old 6th March 2004, 14:52   #1802
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Well here is an older one of mine... It has no title yet so i'm open to suggestions...

How Gentle the Wind,
That blows through the Angels Wings.
The Smile on her face can only tell,
that a Message from God She brings.

This is a message of Peace,
To all on Earth Below.
she kindly delivers the Message,
The back in to the air she flows.

She opens her Wings,
To feel the Gentle Breeze.
Up to the heveans she goes,
Very high above the trees.
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Old 7th March 2004, 18:48   #1803
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The latest poem from me-

Another Reason

I sit here alone
Drinking my life away
This'll go to show
This'll go to pay
You thought you knew the best for me
But you knew the worst for me
Left me standing here

Why'd you have to yell?
Why'd you have to scream?
Its like every little problem you have
Leads back to my heart
As inflict upon inflict
Of your pain is delved in my soul
I shudder and grasp, as that weak person I am
I try to carry on going
But I won't last long

For you theres always another wound
Another reason to treat me this way
Another reason for not being there
Another reason for leaving me here
Just what this world needs
Another victim

I still hold tight
Clutching what you left
An empty bag of thoughts
A battered bruised heart
A crucified life
Yet the hope and dreams flew away
Like the saviour of the dove
One hopeful day I'll fly away
I'll fly away and be free.

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Old 8th March 2004, 01:54   #1804
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Ah, the crow. One of my more interesting films. Too bad, the show never really took off.

Anyhow, I am still on a dry rut, hard to concentrate on anything anymore. Just hope that I will pass this soon.

Post on my friends.

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Old 8th March 2004, 07:05   #1805
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I'm baaaaaack : ) (not the title)

Childhood friend, your struggle to breathe
Makes me suffocate,

because I feel you

The way you used to feel me
when I tripped to the ground
and you ran to me, and kissed my dirty face
until I couldn't breathe for the laughter

And now I whisper into your ear
things you can't hear or understand
Stroke your face
You breathe in sleep though you are awake
Low and rasped

as though your soul

If you have one

is escaping you.
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Old 8th March 2004, 16:57   #1806
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TRISTA!!!

WB fellow poetess! Very sad and dark write on friendship. Unfortunately it happens to us all to often. Some make it out just fine, the others fall deeper into despair and perish from this world.

Glad to have you back and hopefully stick around!

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Old 9th March 2004, 01:27   #1807
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Izchan, I want you to read my new story in the Prose thread, tell me what you think of it.

Poems later.

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Old 9th March 2004, 01:33   #1808
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Trista, Welcome back to the thread.
It is always good to see old friends.

For the others that are not posting, well, in time they will come back and share with us again. I believe that most of them is still coming in and out to view our thread.

: the cycle
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In slow paces
we walk our destined path
wondering the ifs and maybe's in life
thinking about the could and shoulds that we did not do
Among all that which gets us most
are the but's in our decisions
asuming that we knew better
that which cause us our mental pain
so what know, I ask myself everyday
one can't go on living in doubt
pick and move on
let the higher ups debate our choices
we can only make best of what we are
some time we make better
and we cheer
some time we do worst
and we learn
all in all it is just one wave after another
no point dwelling too much on losses
move on and cry later
regrets are left to the dead
for the living we struggle on
one pace at a time


Not one of my better ones, but still one which reflects my opinion.

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Old 9th March 2004, 21:40   #1809
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Ignorance

I sit alone in misery
Screaming out your name
As every pound of rain comes down
Harder and harder
Pounding at my flesh
Tears vanquish across this watery hell
As I'm ignored by all

Cars drive on by
Splashing me with muddy puddles
As I sit on the pavement, alone

No one listens to my words no more
They just keep on walking by
No one reads my dark ways
They all got bored
Stopped caring
Walked away

Can't you come back
Your the reason I breath
You act weird now
Your jokes are no longer funny
They hurt
You don't realise
You never will realise
How much you can hurt sometimes

I'm still sat here
Waiting, asking for you
A voice says I'll be fine
But I just remain here sat tight
Crying

Lost in the rain of misery
Caught in billowing mist
But I just remain here sat tight
Crying
Forgotten
Dieing

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Old 10th March 2004, 20:43   #1810
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We reached 1800 replies...time for my little critique on how our poet's have progressed...
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Jedi Gemstone: Your writing is very dark and morbid, lots of emotional anguish flowing through your pen. The season is almost over and we shall embrace spring, perhaps a rebirth in writing style should awaken the sad and weary souls if you catch my drift.. Anyway, your style has improved dramatically, very impressive indeed your work has become!

White Raven: One of the finer poets to ever grace these forums. I love the content matter that you manage to conjure up and send the reader on a trip through your imagination. Very descriptive writing and thats the way to do it. Kudos on a job well done. Structure, well, some people like to see variety. 4-5 line stanzas are easier to read than a huge 25+line stanza. Keep up the good work though.

Izchan: Your the man of ideas and lots of aspirations. Almost 500 works of poetry that you have contributed to Winamp. If we ever have a Wall of Fame you be at the top. Keep digging those vibes, one day I like to see a published anthology from ya.

Mikeflca: Ever since you stepped foot in these last several pages of our collective, I was impressed with your sense of writing ability. Some of the reads touched a chord within this old soul of mine. And we're always glad to accept a fine lad like yourself onboard the WA Poet Society.

Any other Newcomers: Welcome to our home where mind and pen work alike. Hope you enjoy your stay and feel free to contribute or comment on any poem you like. But please do not steal from these poets and use them for your benefit. People who do never see the light of day again!

And myself, as the seasons change, and my mind progresses, my writing style changes. 20 years old, a big number. No longer a teenager dealing with angst and rebellion but more looking towards a broader aspect in writing. Meaning I must submit some effort to writing things that people like so I gain their attention. I'll always write dark poetry or romantic poetry for my affiliates. I'm also taking an interest in photography and digital art to go along with my poems. May one day I'll reach Deviantart Daily Features and feel good about it.

This is my critique, please do not be offended, but take light on the suggestions...

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Old 11th March 2004, 02:54   #1811
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Thanks II guess this one sorta has important morals: (needs a name) :

I see the goal. My goal There. Right there. Easy.
And I reach, and grab it..............
And......

I fall through the floor to oblivion.

And now I see another goal, right there
Right in front of me again
And once again I fall to darkness.
But now I understand.......

I see the goal, there, high above me, unreachable.....yet I reach for it still
And I know that I will not reach it.
But neither will I fall.
For only by jumping for the unreachable can I win.

I had a story here but, crap, i hit the wrong button, deleted it.......will post again if i can.

OK, this is prose, but as it "opens a door into the heart", one might call it poetry....it should be poetry, read below.

Edit: I had it in poetic form, but don't have the time to rewrite that, maybe if one of you would like to......? I don't want to leave this in prose, as then it would belong in the prose thread.

A long time ago, the sun shined all the time, and all the animals lived among each other. But then, discontent grew. There were disagreements and fights and the gods watched unhappily, until they decicded that a course of action had to be taken to stop the fighting and killing and to bring the animals back together. So, they decided that a shroud would cover the Earth and the sun would never shine until the animals worked together and helped each other to break the shroud.

Once this was in place, there was utter and complete darkness on earth. Not a sliver of light could be seen. Plants died and animals starved.

The fighting generation died out and the world continued for centuries in pitch black.

Finally, after many years of utter black, the animals managed to come together.

The wolf, the eagle, the raven, the elk, the hummingbird, and others had come to decide what to do. They hoped that with a council something might be done.

"Which of us might be able to bring back the light? How can we fight this darkness?" asked the elk.

"One of us has to fly up and poke through it to break it," answered the raven. "I think I can try."

Up and up the raven flew. But His wings grew fragile and Icy because the darkness made the air freezing and he only got more tired and cold as he got higher. He neared the shroud, but then fell away.

"I have stronger wings," siad the eagle. "I can succeed and break it."

And he too flew up higher and higher. He flew past were the raven had flown but grew weaker and weaker. The cold defeated him also and he fell from the hieghs, exhuasted, telling the group that it would be impossible to break the darkness that hung over the earth.

But the hummingbird thought differently.

"Let ME try," she said. "I can break it . I can get higher because my wings will not freeze because they move so fast."

"You?! said the eagle. "You are no match to me. You will only die. Don't be foolish."

But she ignored him and flew from the highest peak she could find. As she got higher and higher she could feel the coldness but it didn't stop her yet because her wings moved so quickly.

But eventually she got tired and glided down from the hights in failure, and to the dismay of alll the others, who had given up hope.


"Wait," she said. "Let me try again."

And Once more she flew up. This time she had eaten so she flew higher and even touched the shroud with here beak before she fell. Encouraged, she tried again and again and poked a hole every time she touched the shroud and there were thousands of holes, but still there was not heat and not enough light. She decided to make another attempt.

This time she flew faster than ever before. She hoped that the myth of the sun was true. Up, Up up she went and finally she felt the shroud and this time, with a final flap of her wings, she broke through the blackness. She could feel the sun's rays and the warmth and knew what was missing down below. But this final exhertion had exuasted her and she died there, above the shroud, and fell ack down to the earth, where the animals were saddened.

They now melted apart into the darkness, defeated. But the gods looked on and said,

"That hummmingbird did something that nobody stronger could do. Her spirit won for her."

And they debated and finally decided:

"Becuase of her sacrifice, the sun will once again shine freely on the earth. But you will rememebr who and what saved you. It was not physical strength. It was the smallest one's spirit. So half the day, there will be sunlight now; but the rest of the time there will be darkness so you can rememebr her sacrifice that she made for you."

And that is why there are night and day. the end.

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Old 11th March 2004, 06:34   #1812
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Found this in my locker today. I wrote it a while ago... I don't remember it... But then again I have a short memory span.

Song of Yggdrasil (Revised)

I looked to him
"Sing me a song of azure hues
Silver skies and ringing blues
Sing me a song that means forever"

He shyly looked at me and thought
A singular moment in time
And a note he sung shivered down my spine
He hummed me a song that meant forever.

It was clear and wordless
But it rang beautiful from him
The notes all seemed to gracefully swim
And it meant forever

Such an ancient sound
It was a song an eagle sings
Perched atop a tree of sins
Sings forever of birth and death

Song of Yggdrasil
The tree of life
Tree of hate, happiness and strife
Just a little song from him

A song that meant forever.

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Old 12th March 2004, 02:16   #1813
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God damn Raven, you have to stop doing this to me.
I am falling in love again ...
Am I right to say that she is now my official BEST POET on this thread. I swear, that was one of the best poems that I have ever read. <Song of Yggdrasil> is now my top poems. Beutiful.

mikeflca, that was one very good read. what can I say, I think I am slipping up on my creative juice. But man, that was good.

Jedi, nice work there. It has been some time since we have a serious dark poet around, and it is a nice distraction from our regular cheery, philosophical postings ..

And lee, thanks for your critique, I would love to have my own anthology, but alas, I don't think anyone would buy. ... poems is an aquired taste, and even then, it only appeals to certain poets in our society.



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Here is a place to look, http://home.earthlink.net/~9worlds/worldtree.html

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Old 12th March 2004, 19:54   #1814
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Some of this terroism is really beginning to get scary....and worrying, may God bless you all and keep you guys safe.

In The Eyes Of A Suicide Bomber

Taking a deep breath
Bomb tied to my chest
I'm covered by lies
I blindly ignore the truth
As I walk in to a station
Full of innocent people on their way home
But this is what I'm wanted to do
This is what I have to do

How do you think it feels
To be bought up not knowing right or wrong
How do you think it feels
To be pressured into dieing for what you think is right
Even if the others call it wrong

As people brush past me
Un aware of what I hide
I get on to this train
Its my tomb in which I stand
I shudder sit down
Get ready for my last ride
But this is what I'm wanted to do
This is what I have to do

How do you think it feels
To be bought up not knowing right or wrong
How do you think it feels
To be pressured into dieing for what you think is right
Even if the others call it wrong

A young girl in the corner asks her mom
"When we getting home?"
A single tear of emotion
I sink down into my seat
As that girl won't reach her home
I begin to wish I'd never agreed
But this is what I'm wanted to do
This is what I have to do

How do you think it feels
To be bought up not knowing right or wrong
How do you think it feels
To be pressured into dieing for what you think is right
Even if the others call it wrong

No I must be strong
The masters would be angry if they saw me like this
I must be strong, I musn't run
As my finger presses the switch
Screaming surronds me, I feel my limbs being ripped
But this is what I'm wanted to do
This is what I have to do

How do you think it feels
Dieing for the wrong reasons?
How do you think it feels
To hear your own mind screaming?
How do you think it feels
To be in the eyes of a bomber
Dieing for what you think is right
Dieing along with innocence
Dieing by suicide.

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Old 13th March 2004, 17:02   #1815
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That was..........disturbing......
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Old 13th March 2004, 20:36   #1816
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That was..........disturbing......
You mean that in a good way or bad way hon?
Lol sorry if it is a bit well disturbing, just that these kids get bought up in suicidal bomber schools and shit so I thought I'd try and get in the mind of one and write about it seing as terroism seems to be gettin slightly worse.

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Not disturbing, but piques the curiosity of what these martyrs experience. Good job Jedi, you proven the inner workings of a suicide bomber as a do or die situation..

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Old 14th March 2004, 02:14   #1818
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@jedi: lol, I dunno
@Lee: "you proven the inner workings of a suicide bomber as a do or die situation.." Isn't it sort-of like a die-or-die situation?
I might post a poem shortly as I have found one in my binder....yeah, my shit is a real mess.
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Jedi dear, that was ... insightful.
as for disturbing, what can we say? reality is seldom coated with sugar and spice.

it is a trend in history, that the masses are usually punished for the errors of the few. The few who WE put in power. No, when I say we PUT, does not always mean that we voted them in (though there are cases of that), no when I say we PUT them there, is because we accept them as leader. If we know better, we would have pushed them down. But no, we let it go, let bygone be bygone. That is how these messes start.

Why should a person choose to die? What is the point of suicide bombing? Simple, it is their way of saying a statement. And what is that statement? It is the innocent that suffers when the rulers are ignorant. When has any war started because the people knew the good from the bad? It is always the leaders that tell us.

we are but pawns in the hand of players. The victor are those which writes history. Which is also, why I say to myself, let GOD judge my deeds, but I will do what I need to do. If a mistake is made, I will pay the consequences.

Don't blame the bomber, blame the one who taught him.

Die in the name of good. .. that is the motto.
the statement is so damm vague, it is the best tool to play with our mind. Which part of dieing is good? What part of dieing is accepted? Hell what is good?

I am rambling. I get emotional when I am on these topics. Good people, wasted because of an ignorant comment.

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what is life?
those of us awake ask
what keeps us going?
why must we keep going?
who is it that creates all of this?
are we all going insane?

A wise man once told me
life is a series of choices
we make one after another
there is seldom a right or wrong
for every choices has its consequences
it is man that confuses itself
by naming every action
Is a virus any more evil than the splinter?
Can a plague be more evil than a bomb?
Does a murderer seem more evil than a soldier?
All of them take lives
for one reason or another.
We rationalize its value by its motives
yet, at the end, is it not life that we take?
Does killing with a good intention
differs from killing because it is fun?
A misguided man can kill as well as a sane.
What differs from one killing and another?
My answer is none.
a killing is done because it needs to be done.
a life is taken because it was meant to be.
who decides, you ask me?
what gives US the right to take what we dont own.
but I ask you this, do you own what you think you do?
all of us, belong to the creator.
we are his to play and destroy.
the only differences we assume to make
is that we think we choose our faith.
yet, do we?
have you seen a lottery winner?
or the person that should die but survives?
who and what gives them their luck?
The creator does.
We do what we do because it needs to be done.
whether we do it, or another.
the deed will be done.
for it is written and decided
by the one who creates it all.
life is but an experiment to the immortals.
Does that mean, we swivel up and die?
No, it means, that we should not worry our tiny mind on it.
Just live and be happy.
Be happy that you live.
For at the end
we all die
just live without regreting


A long winded, nothing.
Hope you can enjoy it.

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Old 15th March 2004, 21:01   #1820
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Good point you raise izchan, but I've read about suicide bombers and i done a bit of research so I could carry out the poem.
The only reason they do this is because they've been bought up to believe that their god thinks it is good, they're a living sacrifice and sacrifice themselves hoping for a better after life. One time i read about a mother being happy her son died, quite scary really.
Well I'll shut up before I start on an essay.
Very good poem izchan very intresting perspective of things.
I don't think I've posted this poem but its a fairly well weird one of mine lol.
Destroyed
Is there something more to what I see?
Something beyond this darkness we call life?
A ring of fire sets up my hopes
As damepend twisted minds
Try to find the answers
Surely theres more to what I see
To what is vividly stood in front of me

Why is there such an oddness to this reality?
Why does it feel as if its going to end?
It will someday
Be lost upon a burning sun
Endured in its bickering flames
Capturing out hearts
Saving us for the last time

For as this moon glows
And this candle light flickers
I wonder what will ever become of humanity
As the stares shine on above how many galaxys can exsist?
Could we really be the only ones alive
If we're not we'll turn out to be terroised
For we are all the worst race to exsist
We judge, speak without thinking
Be mean to the people we misunderstand
Together we are silently be friending this world
Silently destroying this world
Wreaking havoc among ourselves

As the clouds break UV rays pour
As acid rain falls we tumble and sprawl
As pollution and smoke fills our childrens lungs
As more and more people die, on the streets, die alone

For someday we will be lost
Drifting among the stars
In toxicated by our own pollution
It will be then the stars whisper our fate
Saying "look theres mankind,
They wrecked their own planet you know,
Destroyed it they say,
How can someone destroy their own race?"

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Jedi, good work.

I understand the fundamental method of brain washing. Most of the masses are those that is being manipulated by the leaders to think the way that way. Even today, in the great states of America, the same method of brain washing is done. The only differences is that it is done substly, the consequences are slow to show.

Everywhere I go this days, be it Beijing or New York City, I see the same drone like existence from the people around me. It is so zombie like that it is scary.

Have you ever been told to study hard, go to university and come out and work, so that you will have a good living? It is one of the fundamental capitalistic brain washing that happends around us. Studying is not a chore, working is not a labour duty, being happy is not a dream. Yet, almost every adult human has the grudging against studying and working. Being happy is like something that is only available when they sleep. Why does this happend? Because of the way of life that we teach our younger generation. They hate mondays because it is not a beginning of a new week, but the beginning of a new tour of duty.

We are all trained to strive for someone elses dream.

And the same applied to the suicide bombers. They are thought from young that they are the oppressed one, that only GOD can save them. That the rest of the world is out to get them. And with that, they fight back. Even though it is in tears and fully of regret, they will fight on. For they believe that their lives, and their childrens life are at stake. So who is to blame?

We are. The bombers and the innocents alike. We are all to blame. For it is our leaders that put them in that position. We are the one that supplied the guns and ammo. We are the one that gave prejudice to their believes. Though not all of us, but we bare the responsible the same. We are all in one big boat called earth. If the boat sinks, we all die.

I am no good with politics, because I take things to personaly and too seriously. Politicians like doctors, needs to be detached from their charges, or else, they will all go MAD. They say that power corrupts, but most of the time, it is power that breaks down our sanity. The responsibility of having power is a heavy burden. And it takes a very special person to hold it. One that knows that power is there because it is tool to be used and not a way of life.

And yes, another day of rambling. I get so intense when I discuss this matters.

: After all this
Quote:
Charging into the unknown
flaying about like the blind
hoping against all odds
that I end up in some place fine
Yet what is heaven to me?
what can hell bring?
I ask myself.
could both be the same?
only differenct in perspectives?
I ask myself again.
yet no answers came.
am I living or dying?
am I awake now?
is this all a joke to him?
or my own path to senile?
So I will see you in hell, Einstein.
and say hello to hitler too.
for in the life after death
everyone starts brand new.


Do I believe in heaven? yes.
Do I believe in Hell? yes.
Do I believe in the creator? yes.
Do I give a damn? No.

Enough said.

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"Even today, in the great states of America, the same method of brain washing is done. The only differences is that it is done substly, the consequences are slow to show."

The sad thing is that now it is even losing its subtlety(sp?). For instance, most of George Bush's adds are simply lies or very very twisted facts. But this isn't just Bush's problem or the Republican's problem, its widespread. Although Bush does it more than any other Preident since Nixon, I think.

Insanity

Over and over the voices debate
I can't stand it all, it getting too late
Everything is breaking, the walls start to shift
My mind is swallowed into that rift
And my conciousness starts to lift
And then I shift

And the wall hits me so I punch it back but it hit me harder so I punch it and the television goes on but the remote yells and the bus stops outside and the falcon cannot hear the falconer and I ask myself and the oriole speaks to me but in the sound of the commentater in that ancient language and BLIP.

Time for shock therapy.


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Old 16th March 2004, 07:32   #1823
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Striped Little Feather

Of fox tails and whispered violets
Of shadows inside petals
And quiet hands

Of the little things that capture you
Of cries of the free
And naked trees

Can't you see where I am
Can't you feel my gaze upon you
Bereft of all things impure
Cleft by the buttered taste of clover

Of the black cello that sings in the night
Of the slender hand that plays the strings
And the beast of luck that dances;

Of hummingbird's wings
Of dragonfly's dreams
And the echoes of honey's taste left upon your palate

Proving all things disproven
Honour restored to the faultless
Songs of a sword withdrawn from its sheath
The hunger for something unheard of before

Of the aches that a lover gets when kept away from his other
Of the whispers of the lonely as they cry softly in the dusk
And the last fading ripples of a cherry petal's descent to the pond

Of dynasties past
Of want, growing older
And the soft buttered taste of summer's first clover.

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Raven, ... ur words are the reason my life is meaningful.

Mike, I hear you. And I feel the pain.

: Subtle deaths
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Subtly it covers its prints
upon the white snow of purity
trying not to disturb
what is left of beauty
yet there is no hiding
the damage already done
for the strain of holding it all together
is shown clearly if we bothered
so much for politically correctness
we are the victims of our own blindness
ignoring the most obvious hint of all
the cries of the innocents lost


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Old 16th March 2004, 20:47   #1825
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White raven, now I understand why they say your the greatest poet around here I must agree.
Mike very good poem hon, intresting how you composed it and got in the mind of those who are not as sane as us.
Iz as always an intresting write
Heres two new poems from me-

In The Eyes Of An Abusive Parent

I'm sorry my child
Our loves blown astray
I can't help it
Its not my fault
I didn't mean things to turn out this way

Now I wish I could hug you
Kiss you goodnight
I'm sorry If I ever gave you a fright
You never understood me
Oh if only you could
See the bitter world
Entrapped in which I stood
But this hell I've lived
Made me a stronger person
Honest it did

I'm sorry if beneath this drunken exterior
I'm not perfect but who is?
I just want you to be strong
Become a stronger person like I did
Thats why I beat you
Yet I wish I hadn't tried this hard

For alas as a single tear falls
Rotten flowers blow off in the wind
As an empty bottle slips from my fingers
Breaking, falling on your grave
A distant raven calls, echoing your name

I'll go back to being drunk now
Oh if only you could hear my words
You'll never hear my true meaning
For god had called you to go

Yet I'm still left wondering why
If I was beaten and survived,
Made stronger every day
Why couldn't you survive?

Yet I'm still left wondering why
Shrinking in to a drunken state.

Pain

Don't stand and stare
I am not broken
I am not there

Alas no more
I have been betrayed
Called shamless and pathetic
Stabbed in the back
Lost in bitter rains

From the beginning
I was born upon a dreamers wish
Drawn from tortured souls
Sketched upon battered paper
Using war and destruction as tools

I've died and risen many a time
Been broken up by a thousand words
Lost upon a splintered moon
Moulded by tainted blood
Misunderstood and forsaken by all

Yet once more
My life comes to an end
As the lonely magpie calls
As a sprinkled sunset leads me astray
Leading me to death hands as I pray
For I pull up my bed sheets
Wish the stars good night
I'll never see the morning light

The moon whispers me safely
As I drift of to sleep
In the land of the nod
I sit and weep

To understand me
Is to feel my pain
For I pull up my bed sheets
Goodbye lifeless domain
And I whisper good bye
wish the stars a good night
For I'll never see the morning light.

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Old 16th March 2004, 23:03   #1826
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Thanks you guys. I really can't say I'm the best poet... But I do enjoy writing. Thank you all. ^_^ You really can't underestimate your own works, however, I enjoy reading them. I'll try to give a little more feedback from now on. ^_^

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Old 17th March 2004, 01:43   #1827
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Jedi, I try me best ...
Your work is touching. I almost shed a tear ...

: The Passion
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A billion times over
read and reread again
A million ways to interpret
what is not there at all
Yet every vision is alloted there
with no one knowing for sure
if there really was a man
who lived and died for us
who walked the sea of pain
who gave up his brith right
and died for our sins
the passion of the saviour
is so great, it is hard to accept
can any mortal be compared
I wonder a thousand times a day
would I do the same?
I have yet to know
for my trial has not arrived
but some day it will come
and I will see
am I trully a man
or a starving lost soul


Based on the movie by Mel Gibson.


No flaming please, it is just an after thought.

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Old 17th March 2004, 01:58   #1828
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Mike very good poem hon, intresting how you composed it and got in the mind of those who are not as sane as us.
how do you know that I am as sane as you..... .......

Nice poems people.......but I gotta work now, no poems til later maybe. big assignment due tomorrow.
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Old 17th March 2004, 20:30   #1829
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mike who said I was sane? LOL
Well I seem to like gettin in the mind of other people in different situations lately dont know why.

"Why do you hate me!"
I hear you scream
As I slap you once more
Knocking your head, leaving bloody red stains

"Cant we go back to how it was before?"
If only you had been honest
Thats all you had to do
Fuc**** b****, I hate you!

I'm madened and angry
Your tiny curled up
Lost among pools of blood

As I grab your hair
Pull you back
My alcoholic breath entoxicates you
You shake and you cry, wailing at me

"Dont kill me
I dont want to die"
You whisper
Glaring me in the eye
Oh I wont kill you
Not yet anyway
I'll make you pay

Why did you do it?
Hmm why?
You didn't have to cheat on me
With that other guy
Whats he got that I dont?
Is he better looking, more clever?

"No, No", you wail still crying
Well you ruined the love of my life
Got anything more to ruin?!

I grab your knife
The devil posses me
As more blood is paid, in revenge
As I watch your body
Revulse, twitch, agonisning, crying
I sit staring at you
Watching blood stain the floor

I wonder what your thinking
As that sparkle from your eye fades
Oh what have I done?
As the anger floods away from me
My sences flood back
What have I done?

I'm left sat there
Watching you in your bloody red spider web

Its crap and could do with work but meh I don't feel like it

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Old 18th March 2004, 01:48   #1830
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Qi Ling

Who am I?
Does one ask the wind, 'Who is it that blows?'
Does one ask Fire if he burns?
I am motion, I am beauty
I am colourless, I am the sunrise's palette
I am clumsy, I am flawless
I am curious, I am bored with life

Do not ask me who I am
Ask yourself who you are
I will come to you, Little One
I will bring with me some luck and some fortune
I will tell you without words the things to come
And I will run with you upon my back
Through the tall beige grasses

Let you feel what true freedom is
The breath full of summer sun
Show you why I love the world
Leap into the fires of the clouds

So do you still ask who I am
Do you still ask the Earth who holds you standing?
Or the Water who quenches your thirst?
Gallop away...


A Qi Ling is a Chinese unicorn. This poem I think is mediocre, but I thought well enough of it to bring it into existence.

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Old 18th March 2004, 02:12   #1831
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We have been having quite a bit of narative poems these days. And as the saying goes. The more the merrier.

: Beginning
Quote:
Lost in our own demise
We struggle with our own demons
Giving layers of excuses
For the things that we don’t achieve
What is it that we want?
Is it not the peace of mind in life?
All we need is a little determination
And a little persistent
Then inertia will take its path
For all great deeds starts with one act
The act to begin
The motif is to start
No matter where it ends
How it ends
When it ends
Is of no relevance
For it is the journey that is most interesting
For in the journey
We become who we should be


its a poem I wrote to myself.
something to make me think.
something to make me better.

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Old 18th March 2004, 02:41   #1832
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The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

We were learning about this poem in class........interesting.

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mikeFlca ... ... I learned this poem sometime back. and the part that gets to me most is this part
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
It hits a spot that I never knew I had.
Everytime I see something going wrong, I say 'the centre cannot hold' ... it means much more than just failure, it means death.

Anyway ... I hope to see more of your work soon.

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Old 18th March 2004, 04:06   #1834
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I dunno.......I am feeling......uncreative today.
Well, in light of my high school tennis team's recent voctories (and hopes to future ones), maybe something like this is in order.....

I dive
and the ground comes up to met me
But I touch it, barely, and the ball drops back over the net
and I realize that my victory is at hand.
Beads of sweat run down my face
And as the oopnent prepares his final serve in a lost cause,
I chant the double-fault curse in hopes of an easy point
double fault, double fault. You WILLLL double-falt.
And I remember to scratch my balls to mess up his thoughts
And he notices the scratch
And his concentration is thrown off
And he toses the ball
and swings
And thwocks the ball into the net once
and I chant and scratch again
And it sails long.

I jump up in victory and accomplishment, Yelling with happiness......


only to realize that my pants have torn in half from the length of my scratching nails.
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That has to be the most interesting tennis game I have ever witnessed ... ... never knew ball scratching was a tactical monouver, just thought they have bad underwear ... :P

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The game of tennis is only a physical game to a lesser degree; it really has to do with the mind, what you are thinking, your confidence, etc. As a result, doing stuff like scratching your balls is all it takes to throw off an oponent's concentration and, by doing that, win the match.

It's a mental game, always.......
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A dream
-or-
In a Land Where Water is More Precious than Gold

He smiled
Which was the scratch of the written word on papyrus
And lifted his sinewy black hand to his knee
Which was the roiling black cloud
The grains of the ancient sands
Which was the dream
Falling from his muzzle
Which was the moon
The God of Death swung his blade
Which was the season
His long slim ear flicking nonchalantly
Which was listening to me

I let myself fall to my knees before him
His irises of lost gold dilated
As the screams of the lonely and the dead echoed from behind him
With a wave of his indestructible, fragile hand they silenced
And his jaws parted slightly
Showing me fangs of ivory
He was listening...

I whispered to him the thoughts on my mind
Which were the last drops of water dripping from a clay jar
He caught them in his clawed fingers and drank them in, my words
Which were turned to ash as they were spoken
He smiled as he tasted my troubles
Which were as black cherries in a bowl
He nodded to me, his long face glistening in the sun
Which was the sheen off of time's expenditure
His staff gleamed as he tapped his finger on it
Which was the sound of wings beating the midday air
He twirled his hand and produced a dream on his palm
Which was a scarab made of blue gold

At last he smiled once more and spoke
'You are my Child.'
His voice was soft and deep
'I shall protect you.'
He spoke with such a delicate tone to me
'While you must protect yourself as well, I will be watching.'
His other long triangular ear flicked
'For you, Child, are as precious as those first drops of rain unto the desert that will eventually form an oasis.'
He stood, and produced a small glass ball on the palm of his hand
And I touched it
And I awoke.

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I have never read a poem as such, but by god, it was entertaining. Does anybody find it strange that such young a human have such an old soul? ... ur words are like the north star to the lost boats, a guiding light to freedom.

: The leap
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words come but never said properly
intentions formed but never realized
love gathered but never acted upon
dreams woven but never remembered
that is the way of it all
wisdom is but a string of thoughts
bind together by understanding
something that we knew from the begining
but never noticed until the end
The center they say is fragile
one true hit and it will shatter
yet through the ages it still holds
for thought it is clear like glass
it is behaves more like water
never painful to touch
but able to adepth to any change
the only catch is that we must surrender to it
give in totally to its way
as only then can we become one with it
and only then can we be free
it is a strange poem, as even when I finished it, I did not know where it came from. It just formed.

Hope u guys enjoy it.

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Old 25th March 2004, 02:13   #1839
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Thank you izchan.

But as every old soul must have at one time a young body, every young soul must have at one time an old body.

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I rest my case.

Hope the others come back soon.

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