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Array ( [sid] => 180488 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mister Simpleton [time] => 2015-02-08 07:05:06 [hometext] => a poem i wrote three years ago recently decided it wasn't done, it wasn't...Grown. so i fattened it up and now i call it Mister Simpleton. [bodytext] => Mister Simpleton
______________

Eat up all your hunger,
burn up all your tears.
Meet up with your destiny
and learn to love your fears.

Take the day's you're given,
add them into years.
Then take your last 100 breaths
as Death, persistent, nears.

Taste the graven ashes
as you float into your curse.
Doomed to know you died alone,
and from there it just got worse.

Knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the warm and hungry sins
that set your End in stone.

There you, a Simpleton, stands sure
where once a hole had grown...
a grinning, sinning empty skin
Unknowing and Unknown.

Sell your plot of Heaven,
Save your place in Hell,
for it's lies that demons scream,
for it's truths the angels sell...

if you seem to need Damnation,
if Sin lives in your Bones,
evil little seeds that bleed,
hating being sown...

Sell that plot of Heaven,
buy your soul back as your own,
but upon the death of your last breath,
curl your fingers up and...

knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the brazen ways you danced
the life right out of your bones.

JOsHua HoweLL
2-7-2015 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jigget [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Mister Simpleton

Contributed by Jigget on Sunday, 8th February 2015 @ 07:05:06 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Mister Simpleton
______________

Eat up all your hunger,
burn up all your tears.
Meet up with your destiny
and learn to love your fears.

Take the day's you're given,
add them into years.
Then take your last 100 breaths
as Death, persistent, nears.

Taste the graven ashes
as you float into your curse.
Doomed to know you died alone,
and from there it just got worse.

Knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the warm and hungry sins
that set your End in stone.

There you, a Simpleton, stands sure
where once a hole had grown...
a grinning, sinning empty skin
Unknowing and Unknown.

Sell your plot of Heaven,
Save your place in Hell,
for it's lies that demons scream,
for it's truths the angels sell...

if you seem to need Damnation,
if Sin lives in your Bones,
evil little seeds that bleed,
hating being sown...

Sell that plot of Heaven,
buy your soul back as your own,
but upon the death of your last breath,
curl your fingers up and...

knock upon the gates of Hell,
don't bother to atone
for all the brazen ways you danced
the life right out of your bones.

JOsHua HoweLL
2-7-2015

Copyright Â© Jigget ... [ 2015-02-08 07:05:06]
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Re: Mister Simpleton (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Sunday, 8th February 2015 @ 09:54:44 AM AEST
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A most excellent endeavour. To many cool parts to list. Suffice it to say I give this an A+ for the accomplishment of poetry as an art form.

I also have, at points in my life, decided to say, "Yuk it...I'm damned and doomed". I also realize poetry has a running mate, hyperbole, so you may not actually feel as intensely regarding your reserved seating in Hell as your words would lend one to surmise.

As a person evolving in my belief system, absent for so many years, (those "hell is waitin' for me years) I would say that placing such emphasis on the western religion’s concept of Hell as a physical place is not a wholesome perspective. Look for p.m. to discuss if you're of a mind. If not, I won't take offence. And I promise, I'm not out to push God or anything on you. More of a philosophical talk.

Awesome job here! I'm always glad to see your name. There's around 6 or 7 writers I track, and you are most assuredly on that list.

Invierno

Re: Mister Simpleton (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 8th February 2015 @ 10:32:36 AM AEST
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I think I have met this Mister Simpleton, on numerous occasions. I have even met his darling dolt of a wife; Mrs. Simpleton. I've been told I bear a striking resemblance. ;)
Okay, enough jokes, but I couldn't resist. I know I have said it before, but you are most certainly one of the underrated (and exceptional) writers on here. You are never one to pull punches, and you make little apology for subject matter.
I really respect that. This is a very thought-provoking read, well laid out and emotively true.
Whatever steroids you fed this little monster to 'fatten him up' sure as 'ish worked!!!

Wonderful.

~Scorp

Re: Mister Simpleton (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th February 2015 @ 12:36:11 PM AEST
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There are times I think we're already in hell, but then I read something (like this poem) I enjoy and then think, naaaa, it's only purgatory. Thank you, I like this. Tim

Re: Mister Simpleton (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 8th February 2015 @ 01:26:40 PM AEST
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I cannot pick a part out I love the most because this entire write is wonderful.Yes often times now I think we are already living in a hell,but who knows?

Michelle

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