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26-11-2011, 03:06 PM
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Harsh, but not incorrect. Wink

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26-11-2011, 03:10 PM
 
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The missing piece

I have done the science and the art,
I have had my fling with humanity,
I have been smart and dumb and then smart again,
I have looked into, and beyond, eternity.
In all these wanderings, in all these years,
I never understood the final, missing piece:
If I am out of hope and beyond despair,
why do I still, stubbornly, obtusely think
that I communicate
when I pontificate
to my internet link?

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26-11-2011, 03:27 PM
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(26-11-2011 02:53 PM)watchman Wrote:  I was looking at that “Footprints” thing some time back and I realised it was missing something.
So I thought I’d take a swing at finishing it.
See what you think.


“The LORD replied, my precious, precious child, I Love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.

The man thought about this.

He thought about it for a long, long time.

Finally he said ,”Bulls*it!”

When the time of trial came, I faced it alone.

There were only one set of footprints because I was standing on my own two feet .

Against all that the world could throw at me.

And I endured.

You? You weren’t there.

You weren’t ever there.

And I didn’t need you.

I never did and I never will.

There came no reply, just silence.

It was then that the man knew .

It had always been …

just silence.”

I have seen this one in my own home growing up and I can't tell you how many times I have rephrased it in my own mind similarly to your's. I can relate.

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26-11-2011, 03:30 PM (This post was last modified: 26-11-2011 09:12 PM by houseofcantor.)
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One and One make Three

I remember being carried
by a will
that was not my own
I remember knowing
what may come
I would never be alone

And they told me a Savior had come
And they told me God's will be done
that all I am is a man
fallen from grace
that there was a plan
to set Heaven in place
Could I not rejoice in the Word
Could I not retell what I had heard
What price can it be too little to pay
To save another as you were once saved

I remember the tragedy that I once was
eyes to the sky
and the wondering why
I remember raising my hand high above
blowing a kiss
as I'm shaking my fist
screaming you cannot tell me were are all not love

And I told them their Savior never arrived
And I told them their ministry was cruelly derived
that all I am is a man
alone in this place
that there did span
both time and space
Can you not rejoice in being without word
Can you not see through the decpetion you heard
Any price is the one far too great to pay
to deny you are the god humanity must save

...atheist. Big Grin

(the copyright of ellenjanuary is to be without copyright; this piece, however, belongs to Jillian Ann)

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29-11-2011, 09:16 PM
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(29-11-2011 06:44 PM)Mr Woof Wrote:  It is preferable to realize that one does not Know much and play it by ear; preferable to be sure enough to be unsure. Avoidance from what? a sense of awe? perhaps?

Copying this to the Poet's Corner so I don't lose it.

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30-11-2011, 06:20 PM
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(30-11-2011 10:56 AM)calmyourtitsbro Wrote:  calmyourtitsbro, here from Alabama.

So here I sit.
In the body of a teenager, dying to get out.
Wanting to grow up & prove myself to the world.
Poetic.
Seeing the world, throught the eyes of a Shakespearian God.
Hidden beneath the insecurities of my heart.
How art thou?
When someone asks me that, my thoughts all race to the surface of my mind, forcing tears upon my eyes.
I acquire a difficult life, that has broken my heart.
But, the love from others helps mend the pieces together.

Copied to the Poet's Corner.

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01-12-2011, 08:24 AM
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By the Numbers

there comes the morning
peeking through the curtain
telling me it is time to rise
again
but i'm sitting in my chair
counting coup on despair
what is this thing time, to fly
and to when
because it always comes down to the why
it always comes around
to sitting through the night by the light
of the virtual screen
because it always comes down to the why
it is always giving ground
it is always returning the might of the right
by dogged tenacity

And that is how we have been taught
that the day brings its worries and its wars
and the warrior speaks of battles fought
tells his children heed what has come before
that everything you build will decay
that everything you have another wants to take away
that everything you dream is but the will to escape
and to wake is to hoe the land and fill the plate
that nothing comes easy and nothing is free
that the land upon which you stand is all of reality
that only blood sweat and tears the burden of the years
can offer one passage to prosperity
and this is how it always will be
and this is how it was taught to me
that the moment vigilance is relaxed
the barbarians attack

that is the story written in these tired bones
that ache with the morning from a night in this chair
while this body calls itself real by maintaining need
an unending cycle of self service and greed
I stare at a lifetime composed by the line
as million words garners but four replies
four of which deny any truth in I
wretched body asks why
and this is the story cast to the winds
no more or no less than everything I ever did
while the world and its wealth can only feed the self
to do for my Gwynnies only takes from my health
I stare at a lifetime I consider just fine
if I step from denial will I drown in the lie
wretched body thus asks why

there sits the morning in patterns on the floor
reminding me oh yes I've been here before
after much having been written so little has been said
wretched body queries if one is better off dead.
there is no Gwynnies not ever for me
not even pondered prosperity
there is no might
that could ever make me right
there is no sleight
that could ever make me fight
but I write
always the why
another night
always the why

and not
with thought
my Gwynnies would respond
this day
will pass away
as a month a year beyond
that she smiles
at me
mere imagery
all the while
I live
duplicity
and the why
always the why
and the why
always
the
why

(parse that sequence for despair, I dare, there ain't no bears in there)





(there's the despair. this song ain't available anywhere. i blame drm. someone say war?)

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01-12-2011, 09:44 PM
 
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This is one of your best, Cantor, gives me shivers every time I read it (and I have a few times). This can be a key to understand you better. Smile
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01-12-2011, 10:04 PM
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(01-12-2011 08:24 AM)houseofcantor Wrote:  By the Numbers

(01-12-2011 09:44 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  This is one of your best, Cantor, gives me shivers every time I read it (and I have a few times). This can be a key to understand you better. Smile

I've read a lot of poetry and that's goddam professional quality. ... Guess some of us just have a knack.

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02-12-2011, 01:03 PM
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knack attak...





Am the zero, my Gwynnies the one.
Z'what I got. Love. Wink

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