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25-Aug-2010 07:15:03

Kotane

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Sorry it's been a while since I posted anything. This is kind of a sad poem.
I once heard it was inferred,
A little bird caught the worm.
It clutched the morsel in its beak,
Mouth so full, unable to speak.
I saw the worm wriggle free.
Its mode of escape? Split in three!
Seeing pieces, the bird decides,
to go for one, and watch it die.
I felt the dying,
Pink, squishy, fleshy... thing.
And it horrified me
It made me gag, "How can nature be so cruel?"
This death became my fuel.
A living creature snuffed by life,
I wonder what will happen to mine
if I try to wriggle free?
Isolation, truly alone.
I'm lost, distant, away from home.
I look toward the skies with tearful eyes
and think, "Why did I ever leave?"
As I notice the bird flying away,
I too realize, I stay here.
Grounded, sheltered, unable to fly.
As I watch and watch my dream die.
Hide, stay, which way?
I see you guys romp and play,
Whilst I stay, locked away,
And brood in silent frustration.
Keno going, oh, don't mind me!
I'm helpless under progress,
I slowly stare at backs
Wondering what they have that I lack.
Wings, bravery, a defiant eye?
Is this life I find?
As I try to wriggle free,
You don't care, you're no use to me.
I'll gather you in my beak,
And devour your ignorance , your pain
And I will be the martyr
that endured the rain.
Not that it matters anyways,
Oblivious foe,
Catching lies, digesting the faux,
You no longer want me to go.
But I no longer want to stay,
Trade me places, let's go our ways.
Give me your wings,
And watch me soar into the sky.

27-Aug-2010 13:11:37

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Oh, the wind in the trees
That gentle calming breeze
What calms the heart and soothes the soul?
That freedom which one receives
To be alone and feel the lull
Of that gentle calming breeze.
Oh, the waves on the shore
That pounding, soothing core
Of ancient times and all their lore.
Tell me, stranger passing by,
Do those waves not make you shy?
With their power and relentless war:
That pounding, soothing core.
Oh, the clouds in the sky
That reassuring forward push.
Who was to care if one would die?
What’s the need to rush?
The clouds move slowly, they take their time,
Does not that seem rather sublime?
That reassuring push.

From a story of mine =o

05-Sep-2010 03:36:18

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05-Sep-2010 03:47:26

The Stolen
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The Stolen

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Vision blurred through the last icicle,
left slowly to melt in the raging sun,
The last frontier, destined to die alone,
A life of bitterness and cold,
Followed by a ruthless infernal blaze,
The death of the crystal glazed dagger,
On the horizon, the mighty bulge of flame that is the sun rises,
As the night sets, on the final frontier.

07-Sep-2010 20:17:55

Twid

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These are the song lyrics to a song by the Flobots called "There is a war going on for your mind." I think it makes a great slam poem. For those of you that don't know what slam poetry is, Marc Smith (So What?) is the guy you'll want to look up. Anywho, here are the lyrics!
There's a war going on for your mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Now it's raining /blank/ogrophy
Lovers take shelter
Post-production debutantes pursue you in nascar chariots
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies
There's a war going on for your mind
Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'"
Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings
There is a war going on for your mind
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them
The desert sky is their bluescreen
They superimpose explosions
They shout at you
"pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain"
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags
Those hoods are there for your protection
And meteors these days are the size of corpses
There's a war going on for your mind
We are the insurgents

09-Sep-2010 04:02:23 - Last edited on 09-Sep-2010 04:03:39 by Twid

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