Well, since ATS, figured it would deal with the restriction of words/speech, and in this case, using bondage as my bridge to get a message across. it
is a Haiku... so doesn't have to ryhme.(I think it called Haiku, whatever)
Bondage, words held tight,
Rigid structure creating form,
Trussed beauty set free,
Nevermore tied in leather,
Words of the one,
Words of the many,
No longer in cuffs,
But still follow orders,
Master will be strick,
Master has many borders,
But in the end,
Words will be there.
FCC is the master, restraining our words, even though we are free from the cuffs of tyranny.
I think it good, if you don't like it or think it to sexual, well, IDK.
|
James
Haiku is 5,7,5 or 6,8,6 depending on who you talk to. Also, Haiku is only 3 lines. Do a search for the thread about taoism being a superior way of
life, I posted some Santoka Taneda Haiku that I think is especially good. I've even posted some Haiku on ATS before, I think one or two poems of my
own. I'll write another one to show you what I mean. My opinion, as you'll see, is 5,7,5.
Bits and data stream
lies are truth or so it seems
life is but a dream
of course haiku doesn't have to rhyme..
Winter is thick now
hanging heavy on the boughs
deep in all our bones
|
IDK about poetry, I just like how Haiku sounds. Hi-ku. Easily amused.
Cows Go Moo
Moo Cow Moo
Bam Bam Bam
I Say Damn
I Damn You
Go To Hell
Hear a Bell
A Cow Bell
Ding Ding Ding
I got a d on that one at school, sure it was 11th grade... but I think cows are funny.
I am a white wimp,
running through the hood from a big black pimp,
he wears lots of gold,
gonna be his ho till I'm 80 years old.
Said to the tune of Iron Man
I must have lost my miiiiiind, lost my sanityyyyyy, lost all that was important to meeeee. Now what, do, I Seeeee?? Oh my god, they came for my
mind, I must fight, I must struggle, get myself out here. Now, Now, Now........
The first verse to a song I wrote, I have the tune, the beat, the sax solo all set up, just don't know what the notes would be.(tone deaf)
Anyways, gonna go now.
|
