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Array ( [sid] => 99348 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Most of Enviable of all Traits [time] => 2005-06-26 12:46:44 [hometext] => I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better. --Liebling, A. J. [bodytext] =>




Uncanny
there is a lot to be said

for the man who sits alone in his room
for the homeless man who is determined to stay warm
for the philanthropist who just gives and gives
With no return

and so to the altruist who says he feels my pain
and to the haughty doctor who prescribes a pill for his monetary gain

Unpredictable
Fickle and whimsical

A fair weather fan
A literal, whiny, coward
Sitting wherever he can't stand
His fruit-brain has expired, soured
It may take him a second or two, at the very least just a few hours
There is no way of telling
With a man who poses these sort of wicked powers

Sad
There is a lot to be said

Though the tears have ceased
The devil’s cry intensifies
He seeks, the uncertain peace
A bargain once left uncircumcised
Cut and removed
The human skin aches

for the man who sits alone and thinks
for the solider who fires on order without a flinch
and to the mother who loves her baby unconditional
and the grown baby who hates this world unintentional

Unruliness
There is nothing to be said for lack of control

there are however plenty of insults stashed in a dark hole
not that they matter, who cares what you think at all
not that I have anything left to offer you in return
and who are you to tell me this is not true, and that I should burn
they may say I am young they may call me unlearned
and perhaps even overly concerned, with accomplishing
with appreciating, with gratitude, I may never return


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The Most of Enviable of all Traits

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Sunday, 26th June 2005 @ 12:46:44 PM in AEST
Topic: oops








Uncanny
there is a lot to be said

for the man who sits alone in his room
for the homeless man who is determined to stay warm
for the philanthropist who just gives and gives
With no return

and so to the altruist who says he feels my pain
and to the haughty doctor who prescribes a pill for his monetary gain

Unpredictable
Fickle and whimsical

A fair weather fan
A literal, whiny, coward
Sitting wherever he can't stand
His fruit-brain has expired, soured
It may take him a second or two, at the very least just a few hours
There is no way of telling
With a man who poses these sort of wicked powers

Sad
There is a lot to be said

Though the tears have ceased
The devil’s cry intensifies
He seeks, the uncertain peace
A bargain once left uncircumcised
Cut and removed
The human skin aches

for the man who sits alone and thinks
for the solider who fires on order without a flinch
and to the mother who loves her baby unconditional
and the grown baby who hates this world unintentional

Unruliness
There is nothing to be said for lack of control

there are however plenty of insults stashed in a dark hole
not that they matter, who cares what you think at all
not that I have anything left to offer you in return
and who are you to tell me this is not true, and that I should burn
they may say I am young they may call me unlearned
and perhaps even overly concerned, with accomplishing
with appreciating, with gratitude, I may never return


___________________
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Re: The Most of Enviable of all Traits (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 26th June 2005 @ 01:16:23 PM AEST
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*stands up and claps* WOW. Well done jyss...this is absolutely excellent!!! The format, the thought put into it, the style, and the force of your words----LOVE this!! Excellent piece of poetry my friend...

Scorp.


Re: The Most of Enviable of all Traits (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Monday, 27th June 2005 @ 10:16:28 PM AEST
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"Though the tears have ceased
The devil’s cry intensifies
He seeks, the uncertain peace
A bargain once left uncircumcised
Cut and removed
The human skin aches"

this is a burdened thought..
the whole write was exemplorary..
but this..these words
will stay with me for a long while..

seems you've been to the school of hard knocks..

excellent-

B




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