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April 12, 2008, 03:03:25 PM
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peter_pan

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Below is a Poem that i wrote one day when i felt empty. But i guess i thought wrong because i was filled with such:


"Is it true? Is it true that you who knew continue to re-new the new folk who subdue the tried-and-true as you corrupt the abstract? In fact the last cast or band of unity I made played a charade that gave way for someone to have undone and re-iterate and insinuate as they incinerate the degenerate and regenerate at a better rate than I could take or endure as I heal, as I feel so surreal and reveal a totally relevant revelation rockiní servants and kings who arenít deserving of things, in a spacious place in the galaxy, fallacies donít mean anything when you sing to me,
As I storm a form of rage and fury, in a hurry so blurry and you scurry to safety, make me a leader of the forsaken, take me to a better place than this fake one, if you cant find it, Iíll make one, Iíll stake one out as you shout vocals that shatter hopeful choirs that wired a higher sire and sovereign that says amen, for this omen you know men, will attack so fall back,
The scars of ours can be felt as far as mars, and beyond the fond ones and lovers, that pull the gloves off and say go ahead: hate or hurt them, or alert them and warn them as you join them and leave me standing here stupidly thunderstruck like a dumb fuck, and unluckily, I furiously fuel infernos that discern those who go blow to blow from a flow gathered and shattered but as it broke so did your throat leaving you speechless and silent, violently changing and ranging from big to small my child, like the call of the wild, I smiled as I met my biggest regret, which was to forget my memories, enemies that remember me, render me amused and bruised as I defend you again
I donít sleep I donít dream, notice you sleep and seem, to have nightmares, the speakers blare a choice voice that fits perfectly inadvertently changing you again, I seem to at least admit defeat, at least when history repeats at the height of a frightening lightning and thunder cloud, which is just underground, my sounds so synthetic, yet nature knows I flow straight from a principle that injures all, of you who already knew that I said so,
In a chaotic catastrophe catchiní creatures curiously curing and creating resonance, I speak not to preach, but to breach, with a screech, a barrier, so I may reach a new point in time, with a rhyme so sublime, almost divine, I find, as we travel our minds to find our answers,
Iíll keep it a secret if you do, destroy it and me too, you knew Iíd sacrifice it all to teach all of you, My comrades that tell me and help me, I selfishly kept it in, so we could win a war where losers are sent to a better place, incase we canít go with the undertow and instead resist with a clenched fist in this war I wage on the stage set by a predicate and protect the verb, the subject, I heard, went to her funeral, the numerical numbers that numbed were selective Adjectives are defensive and protective?
I attack alphabets abstractly exactly as I exist on offensive negotiations, the associations I proclaim lay way for a string of adverbs to assault a vault coded in words and letters, in a synched move, that linked you together, like an untold interval, I see he reluctantly forgot my soariní syllables strikiní his serpentine servants, I know I go on to a dawn that will always be there tomorrow, I call through out them, to route them thoroughly, unsurely sharing secrets that could break a man in half, whispering wise words that make mad men laugh,
I cast out a hand to pick up my dead friends, my adrenaline kicks up as I pick up my allies that defy as I retry to heal and cure and rejuvenate, an interesting indicator of an angel who lost his wings who sings to find an echo, I guess Iím never giviní up, even when its time to let go."
"...There is simply The Way, and he who follows it must know when to act and in what way to act.  Sometimes it is to the right, other times to the left.  An initiate acknowledges no difference...." Veos.

April 19, 2008, 04:30:13 PM
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What does your poem mean to you?

April 21, 2008, 07:28:18 AM
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It means when you take away all the distractons, the hurts, the illusions, the noises, sounds, distracting thoughts, you take a step closer to understanding it all. It was as if, when i re-read it, everything, the whole of all my life experiences, and everyone i've ever met made sense. it couldn't be put into concrete, sensible words. It just flew from me. It manifested itself into those words. A lost boy's attempt at finding his way home.......well i guess.
"...There is simply The Way, and he who follows it must know when to act and in what way to act.  Sometimes it is to the right, other times to the left.  An initiate acknowledges no difference...." Veos.

April 22, 2008, 03:04:38 AM
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It sounds to me like you view what you wrote there as a mirror for understanding yourself. So how clearly do you understand your life experiences? How well do you understand yourself?

April 22, 2008, 04:34:32 PM
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I understand myself quite well. My life experiences help me grow and i understand that i am in my story but not of it. Though there is always enough room to grow and learn. those experiences i hope never cease. So my understanding of myself will change in time, as well as how i change as person. Change is a constant for me.
"...There is simply The Way, and he who follows it must know when to act and in what way to act.  Sometimes it is to the right, other times to the left.  An initiate acknowledges no difference...." Veos.

April 24, 2008, 02:44:31 AM
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Excellent, do you have an idea of what it is you would like to change into? Do you have a goal for yourself? Your own personal development?

April 24, 2008, 05:04:06 AM
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Humble_Ambition:  As I read it I thought it would make excellent rap material.  Very good job.
some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield.