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Array ( [sid] => 82354 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sounding Off [time] => 2005-01-31 18:51:49 [hometext] => You owe it to yourself to read this. Or not. Whatever. [bodytext] => I've never been a holy man.
There are answers to questions
I'll never understand.
I could never could never cut myself.
Could never take my hand to let it all bleed out.
Sure I bottle, I could throttle,
anyone who did me wrong, crossed me bad,
an angry parent who made me mad.
But, to turn it in on myself?
That I can't understand.
If you don't care, that's fine I guess.
Just don't expect me to be depressed
when I read about how hard your life has been,
when those kids picked on you,
how they won't let you in to their little circle of friends,
of course you don't want to anyway,
not that I don't hear that day after day.
Then when I change the station to another nation,
I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?
That, I just cannot understand.
I'll never understand,
how a look across the room can bloom
into something so pure and precious
as a night by the side of lovely young thing,
a lovely young trouble to good to pass up,
like the best of a good book,
just from that one look.
That, I wish I could understand.
Then there is the parity,
between those who think and those who do,
those who really wanted to
change the world, or just a website,
with valuable languge and some insight
into a human mind; boy, girl,
man, woman, it doesn't matter if you bring a word
or a letter to try to make things better
because prejudice never did anyone any good.
So write on poets, like good poets should.
Rhyme out proclamations like you would
have if not for this site of insight,
go forth into the world, and make it all right.
That is, if you understand.
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Sounding Off

Contributed by CodyJ on Monday, 31st January 2005 @ 06:51:49 PM in AEST
Topic: poets

I've never been a holy man.
There are answers to questions
I'll never understand.
I could never could never cut myself.
Could never take my hand to let it all bleed out.
Sure I bottle, I could throttle,
anyone who did me wrong, crossed me bad,
an angry parent who made me mad.
But, to turn it in on myself?
That I can't understand.
If you don't care, that's fine I guess.
Just don't expect me to be depressed
when I read about how hard your life has been,
when those kids picked on you,
how they won't let you in to their little circle of friends,
of course you don't want to anyway,
not that I don't hear that day after day.
Then when I change the station to another nation,
I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?
That, I just cannot understand.
I'll never understand,
how a look across the room can bloom
into something so pure and precious
as a night by the side of lovely young thing,
a lovely young trouble to good to pass up,
like the best of a good book,
just from that one look.
That, I wish I could understand.
Then there is the parity,
between those who think and those who do,
those who really wanted to
change the world, or just a website,
with valuable languge and some insight
into a human mind; boy, girl,
man, woman, it doesn't matter if you bring a word
or a letter to try to make things better
because prejudice never did anyone any good.
So write on poets, like good poets should.
Rhyme out proclamations like you would
have if not for this site of insight,
go forth into the world, and make it all right.
That is, if you understand.

Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-01-31 18:51:49]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Sounding Off (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 31st January 2005 @ 07:07:14 PM AEST
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Wow now! U have a masterpeice of wisdom here. Some will look at this like I did scrating my head and say hummmm.
very thought provoking, full with understanding but so much strength to stand.
huggs,
emy

Re: Sounding Off (User Rating: 1 )
by Taurusgem1 on Monday, 31st January 2005 @ 07:36:43 PM AEST
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Great Emotion Now Paint a Picture with it. You should read Sylvia Plath or Anne Sexton they both have excellent ways to be descriptive.

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