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glad to be back: several new poems..
Title- untitled (freewrite)
Yes well, I bid you good day from noon ‘till the stars shine
A guardian guarding Angel, part time
A heart dies, roses bloom in its place
Only to be used as an excuse for bruising my fate
Amusing in haste, but its losing its taste
Fools cue the muse, it moves and I wait
Choose to be late, choose to be great
Choose to choose choosing, screwing the knave
Who will lose, you who duels with a brave
Or the useless, grueling Slew who knew his rule was a grave?
The sleuth who fooled clues, using a slave
The toothless fool who chewed news from the Louvre
If you only knew what I knew
If you only knew what I knew.
Title: Introductions (published)
Were you the same person before I met you?
If you say yes I'm sorry for wasting your time.
I know I was different.
This pit of emptiness and dispair wasnt as deep, so I thank you for it.
You have caused me all this pain and I love you for it.
You gave me a reason to live and I hate you for it.
You said your name was?
Nice to meet you, my name is Daniel.
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Title: Rap's Noam Chomsky (published in Ars Poetica)
Pour your heart into life, dismiss the thought that its not demanding
Because in an instant your existence turns as frail as cotton candy
Lost in translation, lost in transformation, pervert to pyre
What can I say, in such an illustrious day of an age of murder for hire
Further desire to exceed has stress showing it’s face
Money to kill covers the thrills for glamorous, rolling estates
Young minds going to waste at the expense of political moves
Politicians call for missions with facade's polished in: finishing schools
While most of our country's children aren’t finishing school
Reality shows slather our nose to what we’re willing to do
We’re all helping the cause to those accepting applause
We’re the strings, the puppet swings, effect and then cause
Or cause then effect, we are all upset but blame is spread
Too thin or to thick, who wins and who’s ‘dick’d
Victories minor, we are all gifted with fire
Yet we wait at big brothers gait, afflicted and tired
With one flick of the match we send a message to political brass
The lingering rash of corruption will take care of itself
When the lower third shows some nerve and claims their share of the wealth
Our systems out of sync, nowadays synonyms are execs/ crooks
Where our system to date cant figure a way to balance check books
Yet if I bring it to say we jimmied a way to snap photo’s of Saturn
Nobody speaks, as budget balance committees throw up from laughter
Now I’m not saying we’re doomed but what's said in this verse
Clearly shows that I know were a lot less better than worse
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Title: Ignorance Day
Strike up the barbeque ‘Boys its ignorance day
Maybe today our government will admit it’s mistakes
Maybe now, some secrets that were hidden away
Will become public, heroes turning into pillars of shame
That their celebrity façade, sheltered from truth
Will feel the weight of a last straw, and break upon impact
’Cuz at this moment in time syntax is used, meant to be cute
But honestly, what did we expect them to do?
We couldn’t expect Bush to release collateral damage reports
’Cuz shock an awe killed the economy while Saddam’s palace stands in the dirt
Your recent remark, ”Bring em On”, it isn’t right when u do that
’Cuz its not your life standing powerless for the snipers to shoot at
’Cuz its not your skull that slices in two half’s after civilians spike u wit 2 ‘Frags Instead of Syria, Liberia, or any other boasting contest
Let’s focus on what the agenda was pre 9-11, The voting process
Before the towers fell, our democracy was mocked as weak
Not because geriatrics couldn’t pop the sheets
But because the Electoral college couldn’t produce a Watt to see
You swore to the world that Iraq had supplies full of Sarin
To this date you have no proof, but still lie to the parents
Of every soldier enlisted, smiling as you endorse parades
Appointing prejudicial justices intertwining church and state
So many different problems, but you want to spread our forces thin
You cant lead your daughters to rehab but You'll push that course again
You know…
The one for death, destruction, and future terror attacks
So stupid an ignorant of foreign culture that you’re so scared you laugh
It’s fourth of July, America’s day, we stand up for our victories
As you wage a power struggle, and more troops are shipped to sea
So you try to convince the people of your humble image, please
You fumbled, simple see you can’t detach your racist background
We all see how u act now,
Turning the most prestigious office into a politically sad clown
All across the US, flags are raised, We’re patriots,
I will read a book about the history of our nation, It’s
Mentioning Nam', and the reluctance of our patience, It’s
not detailing how troops were transformed into rapists, It’s
not mentioning the wounded knee stories but claims we were the bravest since
We taught them how to fish, staying at that gravest distance
With no details of slaughter, of theft, of deceit
Only we trotted up with white flags, unarmed, expecting some peace
Then out of no where, we forced signatures of ghosts
Giving us the land, giving them shells of prisons as hope
Don’t let me get you down, go ahead, eat what you used to eat
I wont be celebrating this 4th
Maybe next year
When my tears are shed
And America rediscovers what the stars an stripes used to mean
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2 short poems,and 2 spoken word type joints. I have alot of others but I dont need to spam this place with my ish, since I just got back.
you may know me from Poetree league, or the 2 published poems i posted in here, "Funnel Cake" and the piece which will be in The Atlantic come spring, "An Ode to Poets Past"
whats new?
Last edited by headless verseman; 11-29-2005 at 01:25 PM.
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