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posted on May, 31 2004 @ 07:37 AM
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Am I a pariah, being always above this faction.
Herculean language alleviates the obsquious crass society into which
I delve aridly, reaching after understanding, a solution:
Opaque sound through out. Hence a question;
How do trenchant delights form, follow, fill and lapse?

Sanguine lair opinionist system, you too could find.
Scholar book clever man languish in observation,
cunning not curious.
We sedulous masses, who or will or would,

then revoke them, with with individual thought character never.
They almost secrete platitudes,
miscreant slather.

ask. feel. endeavor.




posted on Jun, 4 2004 @ 11:02 AM
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This is a collection of short untitled poetry by myself. I invite you to comment and criticise as you wish, I await your opinion.


[edit on 6/10/2004 by earthtone]



posted on Jun, 4 2004 @ 11:15 AM
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earthtone people may not understand your level of creativity but i dig the poem, keep gracing us x



posted on Jun, 4 2004 @ 11:28 AM
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your encouragment is appreciated happyk *thanks*



posted on Jun, 5 2004 @ 04:04 PM
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Hey nice poem. I like it



posted on Jun, 5 2004 @ 04:08 PM
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it sounds nice. Now, if only i knew what the words meant...



posted on Jun, 8 2004 @ 04:57 AM
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Just for you pineapple...

Pariah - social outcast

Herculean - Strong, bold

Obsequious - Servile, fawning

Aridly - dry, without vegetation

Trenchant - keen, penetrating

Sanquine - blood red

Seulous - diligent

Miscreant - Villian, wretch



posted on Jun, 8 2004 @ 05:28 AM
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Underneath every noise there must be a voice.
Beneath every dream there must reality.
Does the immoralist have vitality?
Does the begger have a choice?

Outside the restrictions of love and hate lies only a voidant stupor,
Or a less traveled path of acceptance, or regret.
We ourselves are the people we have never met.
Where purity is unpure, death represents only the value of life.



posted on Jun, 8 2004 @ 12:38 PM
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love the poem earthtrone
i enjoyed reading it a lot and i think you have excellent talent



posted on Jun, 8 2004 @ 09:49 PM
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very good poem alot better than one i have ever wrote.



posted on Jun, 9 2004 @ 02:39 AM
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Infinite and Mr. President: Thanks alot guys!



posted on Jun, 9 2004 @ 08:17 AM
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They are relly awesome. Much better than the ones I gave to my English teacher.


My favourite was the first one after clarification was given on some words.
How long did it take you to write???



posted on Jun, 9 2004 @ 09:24 AM
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Hey hokcye crazy, don't worry if your teacher didn't like them, stick at it! Glad you like my stuff.



posted on Jun, 9 2004 @ 09:30 AM
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i really enjoyed the second poem you posted
the first one had too many big words
(just kidding)
your style of writing is quite refreshing



posted on Jun, 9 2004 @ 10:06 AM
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Originally posted by worldwatcher

the first one had too many big words


It was rather brain scrambling wasn't it!!? I just love the poetic liscence you have to use complex language, I like the feel of it. i'm really glad you find it refreshing Watcher, thanks



posted on Jun, 10 2004 @ 07:14 AM
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Every street corner screams in my ears, eradication of clear thought;
Through repititious, brightly lit rat-runs
corporate conscripts consume and contrive.
I don't need to be forgiven to be alive.
Contrasuggestibility? Nose dive

into metropolis , I wander aimlessly, obsolete and untouched.
Monophonic conversing surrounds yet little wisdom touched
the surface that I feel on my face.
And what with all this space!
Better use for precious earth would be it erased,
is this the empty hole that nature has replaced

our waking world with, such less value than before.
Indeed this a door, which uncompassionately leads
to wants and wants and needs and needs.
A bitter youth with no direction
seeks the touch of chemicals effection.
Am I a part of this because it makes me old?

Bitter eyes, broken souls,
their smiles hide gaping holes.



posted on Jun, 11 2004 @ 09:33 AM
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u make me smile
never put down your pen



posted on Jun, 11 2004 @ 09:37 AM
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Very good!

Im enjoying all these, i love the deepness in your poems,
Short but say alot,

Asala



posted on Jun, 11 2004 @ 09:44 AM
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Thanks guys. I'm glad you find meaning in my poetry. thanks.



posted on Jun, 12 2004 @ 05:04 AM
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Originally posted by hockey_crazy

My favourite was the first one after clarification was given on some words.
How long did it take you to write???


That one took maybe under an hour, maybe under two. In fact that one probably took the longest. The other two took alot less time.



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