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Poetry
Nov 20, 2004 13:30:20 GMT
Post by Adey on Nov 20, 2004 13:30:20 GMT
Nice work AT; reflective but angry at times. Like all good poetry I will enjoy it for some time to come..
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Poetry
Dec 17, 2004 1:01:42 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 17, 2004 1:01:42 GMT
Tacit approval or so it would seem allows you to follow a malevolent dream you know deep inside that your vision is flawed but you revel in bombings that you name shock and awe the banner you wave has been blessed by your god that idolatrous symbol coined by your squad a god that shines light just on the west a god that forgets the needs of the rest but the rule of your lord I want you to know is the same rule of law wherever you go is it not the spirit of good will to all men that summons the world to join in amen the spirit of all goodness is the truth and the light yet you worship what upholds your inaliable right to do as you please, and demand your rewards for the things that you want and won with your sword but to worship a man who saw the truth and the way and lock him up tight in a book to persuade the ignorant sheep you so carefully tend to keep you in power from now til the end.
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Poetry
Dec 17, 2004 1:30:35 GMT
Post by Adey on Dec 17, 2004 1:30:35 GMT
More good work.
This idea of Government/Society and religeons in conflict seems to be a theme you're exploring right now.
For obvious reasons I'm sure..
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Dec 17, 2004 2:14:58 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 17, 2004 2:14:58 GMT
More good work. This idea of Government/Society and religeons in conflict seems to be a theme you're exploring right now. For obvious reasons I'm sure.. Thank you. I am passionate about my ideas, however rudimentary they may be. What is more important than how we are treated, how we treat each other and how we find peace?
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Dec 17, 2004 3:07:57 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 17, 2004 3:07:57 GMT
Let's all dream of a Christmas so white a season where terrorists get no toys if you're darker than tan it just would.t be right santa won't stop for dark little boys
if you're yellow or red or black or brown don't bother being good this year 'see santa only comes to our town it's another white christmas here.
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Dec 17, 2004 3:27:03 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 17, 2004 3:27:03 GMT
remember when you said i love you that made me feel really good well, you never really said it but i know that you did didn't you?
that friend that i had the one you said wasn't real remember him? he liked whatever i liked why didn't you?
i was in the park the other day i was thinking about when we had sno-cones wasn't that fun? i wish you'd been there
i wrecked your car but you were the one that got yelled at that was funny
you used to call on the phone but only for a minute
i'm sorry that you died alone
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Dec 18, 2004 17:13:37 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 18, 2004 17:13:37 GMT
I'm most fond of M&M's there's an affinity there that thin candy shell shiny and sweet hiding that mysterious decadence sink your teeth in have your way then go on to another they're all the same right? slob.
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Dec 18, 2004 17:23:36 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 18, 2004 17:23:36 GMT
little thoughts
you must be better than me you get what you want you have no remorse you get more respect
I don't really care I don't need what you have I have no pride I respect myself.
but f#ck you just the same.
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Poetry
Dec 18, 2004 17:35:36 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 18, 2004 17:35:36 GMT
Big Picture
Klimt, Klee and Kandinsky you own them all I see I have the reproductions they look the same to me.
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Dec 21, 2004 19:06:45 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 21, 2004 19:06:45 GMT
My Gift
With only words to know me and I write just what's the truth then how can you not love me when I appear upon your stoop?
Does less pigment make me better or worse if it is too brown? Or does the way I worship make you sick to be around?
If I treat you like my brother or my sister as it were would you care for any other than the people from your church?
Oh you like to send me money to ease your sense of shame but don't you know I'm starving and my children live in pain?
That 5,000 seat cathedral that's packed on Sunday morn sits empty and so useless while we're homeless in the storms
Do you need a bigger steeple to adorn your house of god ? does it show the way to heaven or does it put as all at odds ?
I know we make our choices on how our money's spent you have a lofty mortgage but I can't afford my rent
But more than just the money just see me as I am another human being not a sacrificial lamb
You say if I work harder then I'll receive my due but I work extended hours on your 300 dollar shoes
I know that you love your Jesus he tried to show the way By tending to the sickly and those that lost their way
But know that God your master is greater than the sons' be it Jesus or Mohammed each is only one
I don't begrudge your worship the spirit realm is real but love and truth and justice are the only ways to heal
I don't have all the answers but this I know is true your way just isn't working so give this thought it's due.
If you'd only know that scriptures are a tool to help you know that it's really taking action that unites and makes us whole
Ancient words upon a tablet however well inspired only show a glimmer of the truth that is required
It is only by us knowing that every soul's a part of a universal family with one sustaining heart
It is solely by our actions that we identify our worth by sowing seeds and tending them will we bring peace upon this earth.
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Dec 23, 2004 18:36:20 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Dec 23, 2004 18:36:20 GMT
RICH AND POOR
I rise and rise and hope to see, a glimpse of our eternity, yet all I find is much the same, I cannot leave this darn drab game.
Maybe when I learn the code, it'll relieve me of this heavy load, the world a weight upon my back, let go, and don't give jack.
But here I find amidst the pain, a reason why I stop the drain, a lesson learnt was worth the visit, its all about giving isn't it?
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Dec 23, 2004 18:43:11 GMT
Post by God on Dec 23, 2004 18:43:11 GMT
You've just gotten a glimpse.
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Dec 24, 2004 0:47:22 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 24, 2004 0:47:22 GMT
It may be presumptious for me to bury your comment, oh supreme one, but I'm sure you will forgive me - especially for my syn -tax errors. ;D
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Dec 24, 2004 0:49:00 GMT
Post by Neo Stella on Dec 24, 2004 0:49:00 GMT
Thanks God, I will pay for all errors.
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Dec 24, 2004 0:56:42 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Dec 24, 2004 0:56:42 GMT
O.K. moving on. I'd like to see more participation here. I'm of two minds when it comes to poetry. The flowery lush imagery that provides vicariously sensual feelings is often the most lauded, but maybe to a fault. My other thought concerns my fear of sounding hokey or causing the reader to cringe. However, to me, the best poetry is accessible i.e. profound thought expressed simply and concisely. If it comes from the heart and express truth then it is good. Avoiding triteness is a hazard; but reaffirming a known truth has merit as well. An original slant on existing concepts is always fair game for expression. Therefore we are all capable off exercisizing our power to influence, enlighten or persuade. What are you waiting for? If it feels good do it.
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