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Subject: He Said, She Said, I said, Write Poetry

Author:
andy spaschak (take that)

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Date Posted: 10:49:17 10/05/07 Fri

ten light years away
a grand eclipse hides the sun
deceiving shadows

I was free falling from some suspended plane into a strange dimension almost surreal.
What the fuck do I know about anything anymore? I roll my cart down the grocery
aisle and throw the shit in a basket and hope its good for me when it comes time
to digest it.

I get pin pricked too but, I'm not one for double talking. You can't convict in a clandestine
fashion using the same behaviorism you are claiming to despise. Do you get me? Read the
words they either sink in or, they don't. If they don't then you think "he's out there and makes
no sense." If you do then all of a sudden I'm profound. It's a slip-twisted world we live in.
Too many wasted minds and beat up hearts. I can't fix the fuckin' world because I'm too
damn busy still working on myself. What I won't do is add fuel to any damaging fire
like some sleazy arsonist standing in the shadows just to watch it burn.

The poetry, you know the abstract art of trying to get words to lift off a page and cause
someone to either feel emotion or shake their heads and say WOW, that's the juice for
me. All the other shit is in the way.

Three blind mice
see how they run

You know the deal, some talk straight and walk light, free of those twisted webs of
dysfunction, and some are too fucked up to even know that what they do brings them-
selves down more than their intended target.

Yeah the fuckin' arsonist in the shadows, he's always there lurking, with his match,
ready to torch it up but, his fire can't burn without the resources of those that jump
on board, oxygen rich and brainless, running to feed the flame.

Torch it, all of it, I could care less about peripherals, poetry burns a midnight candle,
even in the rain, even in a deluge.

and that's all I need to know, the rest is all bullshit and bullshit never did
anyone any good anyway.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow woods
I took the one less travelled by
and that has made all the difference"

ask the hound dog-- he'll fill ya in.

I know what I think I know and I'm
finding out I don't know much at all.
But, the jouney to the bed of rosses
is worth the shit I will walk through
to get there.

So take that!

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[> Subject: Helllllll Yeahhhhh!!!!!

Author:
Sasha
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Date Posted: 13:34:42 10/05/07 Fri

Quote:

The poetry, you know the abstract art of trying to get words to lift off a page
and cause someone to either feel emotion or shake their heads and say WOW,
that's the juice for me. All the other shit is in the way.

Now THAT's profound, Andz!!!!!

Quote:
poetry burns a midnight candle,
even in the rain, even in a deluge.

~ Abso-freakin-lutely!!!!!!!

*kiwi huggsss*

Sash xx

[> Subject: Re: He Said, She Said, I said, Write Poetry
Author: Christine [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 02:13:18 10/06/07 Sat GRINS