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Array ( [sid] => 124305 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => These People Want Us All Dead [time] => 2006-08-10 17:25:52 [hometext] => [bodytext] => When we all became numbers

It began to all be over

Holding what little is left together

Takes talent

Its maternal instinct

Put the children first

Do more good then bad

A cease-fire of spirits

Will do little to disarm

Potential foes

A house of worship
Is put out in smoke
They sit in the same spots
With the same dumb stares
Call them the have-nots
But its you with all the cares
To be a servant and never complain
To be righteous, certain, purified
Beyond clean, unclaimed

Repetition requires a wasting of the words
A lifting up of the flight of the birds
Among the common herd
With a propelled enthusiasm
Compelled to act
A trail of dust
Meant to spark and erupt
Mix and combust
Invading the trust
Of the faithful us

The days are grueling
When they should be
Anything but that
Lackadaisically fat
Energy depleted
To an empty batch
An empty home
A lonely rat
Seeks to combat
Snapping traps
Lined with cheese
Served with ease
On a platter of disease
What matters is only
Whatever they please
When ever they need
To feel complete
To regain their momentum
Pick up in warped speed
Dwarfed is their miniature breed
A minor inconvenience
Costing lives
Making us bleed
Shedding our tears
Harping on developed fears
Playing to the darkest moments

The difficulty is within remaining calm at all times

Intriguing offers form opinions later to be confirmed as lies

Exclusivity keeps sensitive knowledge behind sealed cases

Rub it in our faces-

We won’t die


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These People Want Us All Dead

Contributed by Jyssvw22 on Thursday, 10th August 2006 @ 05:25:52 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



When we all became numbers

It began to all be over

Holding what little is left together

Takes talent

Its maternal instinct

Put the children first

Do more good then bad

A cease-fire of spirits

Will do little to disarm

Potential foes

A house of worship
Is put out in smoke
They sit in the same spots
With the same dumb stares
Call them the have-nots
But its you with all the cares
To be a servant and never complain
To be righteous, certain, purified
Beyond clean, unclaimed

Repetition requires a wasting of the words
A lifting up of the flight of the birds
Among the common herd
With a propelled enthusiasm
Compelled to act
A trail of dust
Meant to spark and erupt
Mix and combust
Invading the trust
Of the faithful us

The days are grueling
When they should be
Anything but that
Lackadaisically fat
Energy depleted
To an empty batch
An empty home
A lonely rat
Seeks to combat
Snapping traps
Lined with cheese
Served with ease
On a platter of disease
What matters is only
Whatever they please
When ever they need
To feel complete
To regain their momentum
Pick up in warped speed
Dwarfed is their miniature breed
A minor inconvenience
Costing lives
Making us bleed
Shedding our tears
Harping on developed fears
Playing to the darkest moments

The difficulty is within remaining calm at all times

Intriguing offers form opinions later to be confirmed as lies

Exclusivity keeps sensitive knowledge behind sealed cases

Rub it in our faces-

We won’t die


_________
______




Copyright © Jyssvw22 ... [ 2006-08-10 17:25:52]
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Re: These People Want Us All Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 10th August 2006 @ 05:42:23 PM AEST
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Very thought provoking.
huggs,
emy


Re: These People Want Us All Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by dryice923 on Thursday, 10th August 2006 @ 06:16:08 PM AEST
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interesting. good poem. i dunno why you did the double spacing at the top and bottom tho.


Re: These People Want Us All Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Thursday, 10th August 2006 @ 09:18:24 PM AEST
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I fully understand the spacing, as an affect of use-
and admire it as well.. it compells the competent reader to digest and comrehend the write, entirely.. it's called, syntax
that being said, I enjoyed this as an ode to parents and authorities everywhere~
..though they know everything.. don't they - lol

"5 4 jyss"


B.


Re: These People Want Us All Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by CaddishCut on Friday, 11th August 2006 @ 06:05:16 PM AEST
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Just...completely awe inspiring. Magnificent!




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