50 Reasons

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JasperMan
JasperMan
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I'm not sure what I'm even writting about, I'm just gonna let my mind and fingers do the work. Hell, thats pretty much how I've done it for the most part.
Right now, I'm angry, broken hearted, trying not to lash out at the world with my loss for words. Everything seems so far gone. I don't even know where to stand anymore... anyone ever listen to a song for so long, but not get it until you REALLY get it? Thats happened to me with Tom Petty's song "I need to know" just recently.
Anyhoo, before I bore you to death, heres another installment of my work. My 50th submission. Yay...

In my hayday I was gone,
limbs were lifeless as was God.
No wind would blow,
no night would come.
Just the same as was God.
Now it all just seems so far gone.
I've loved it all, and now its gone.

Speak the friendly tone of silence,
silence is golden, so is God.
I've feared the dark
the light
the love
the hate
the hug.
I've feared it all,
now fearless grown.
Whats to fear when you've lost it all?

Whats the draw?
Ladies are the law,
drawn the very last straw.
Freedom is gone for all societies
one sexual males.
We're the beasts

No longer free are we from liberal Sheigh.
Sheigh, is the weapon.
The law is Shiegh.
And dead is Meigh.
For Meigh, is male,
male is Meigh.
We're obsolete.
We're dead.
A dying breed of the free sons.

Insane red,
is the gold mans bed.
He cut the leash from his Sheigh.
Now free to roam,
and strong to reign.
Sheigh is mightier than Meigh.

Set Meigh free!!!
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JasperMan
JasperMan
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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Must agree with the Wicked one ~ a careful editing is called for here.

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Turmoil identified!

Silence's friendly voice in a soft soothing tone ~ speaking sorrowfully of love attained then lost. Mood of foreboding

saturates this rendering.

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
some of my poems

are put aside. Later I reread and edit. This poem probably would have benefited from that sort of treatment.

Word_WytchWord_Wytchalmost 20 years ago
loss for words

you wern't kidding

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