You are obsessed with the workings of love
And relationships -- And all of the 'meaningful bullshit'
One could ever hope to squash between a set of tits,
and child support payments. I am an ex-courtesan, a modern-man
I can suck a cock for money, or figure out a way
To end poverty. There is no getting me under your thumb
Because I am a solar system, eternally child, a skeleton
Disintegrating in the sun blasted waste-lands.
An autodidact, I become where I am at the speed -
- Of light. And you, spider, I will admit even
Stumped Jung, but my mating is done, and I have moved
On, because I sold myself into slavery, and sex, for
a decade, and then bought my way back in order to shed
My masculinity, and assume my role as hero,
(Ego removal by penetration, and ritual sex magic)
I am impervious to lust, greed, and the sexual control that
Women have over men. I also can't be manipulated by power,
Friends, or currency. Surrounded by legions of the loyal.
I am utterly alone, like you, in a web of my own design
I collect beautiful things, I work magic, create
the future, fix the past, I am a messenger
Between two goddesses -- The reincarnation of many
I am stacking souls, and memory, back to a bigger bang
Do not misinterpret my love of bugs, and jars
As a warning, merely a changing of the guard.
You mistake confidence and wisdom for arrogance,
And in this life, you will undoubtedly get what you expect,
And that will not have a bearing on me, because I
Have had you all along, And if you look back to
The beginning, there we are -- I, with my liver in a bird's mouth,
And you spinning a yarn, and knowing no better.
Author notes
Written April 1st, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- nihilism, we live as we dream...alone, and a bit of baby veggies by greenNectarine.
750 points, ended April 11, 2005, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Brilliant
I see this much like a proverb, not arrogance at all. In the beginning of our lives we let our hearts lead us, and then the realities strike hard. Then wisdoms are formed. Then we have the power to judge situations in life with those experiences, and confidence and wisdom rears it's head. This one hit me like a sledge hammer. Brilliant -
"You mistake confidence and wisdom for arrogance"
hahahahahahaha. arrogant bastard.
This was a great write, mr. H8. From superman right down to the poor damn eagle (and we always feel sorry for prometheus, but the bird must have been bored shitless).
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Guess this poem is more accurate then I realized, isn't it? ~smiles sadly~
The last three lines... I think I've been reading them wrong. Silly me...... -
this is love! i am SO very inspired now...
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I see...
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I have come back… all the way back.. to say I’m sorry. I.. ~flushes~ misread what you wrote. I’m just a little… over sensitive right now. And I have my friends crying in my ears, that I shouldn’t allow this, that you’re hurting me. But they don’t understand, that I just don’t care if I burn up in these flames that consume me. I choose to be here.
In my own defense, I’m feeling really sick and I’m sure I’m not quite rational.
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damn you can write!
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He's a quadropalegic welsh poet fascinated by peristalsis,
and let me tell you, he was intimidating, but amazing.
Taught me everything I know. -
I have never heard the story
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No
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Well shit I'll never be able to pay for the pope sandwich with some shiavo squash now that I'm fired
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Yep, have I ever told you the story of my mentor?
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But in all honesty I find commenting on your piece intimidating because I find you to be one of the better poets I have read(I know sounds like a load of shit, and I'm just being a little bitch and trying to lie my way to the top but its true) and with respect comes a little fear I guess
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You're fired...
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Of course...>)(*&$#@!@#$
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terri shiavo, the vegetable platter?
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Well I can't believe I fucking forgot that...
Well I don't really know what a shiavo squash is, but being sandwiched between the pope and satan seems strangely enticing or perhaps being sandwiched between the pope and a squash of some sorts... -
How about "care for a pope sandwich with some shiavo squash?"?
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Your poems read very well, and upon reading them I always think of all this bullshit I want to say because I don't want to just say good poem, because that's what ever other mother fucker says. And then upon finishing them I don't even want to comment because I have forgotten all the bullshit I was going to say and I still don't want to say good poem.
I guess first off I found a lot in this, there were parts I found ringing with a slight bit of dark humor, while other parts I found to touch me with something beautiful.
Don't know what the fuck else I can say.
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oh, a typo, thanks.
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Hey Horus8, Strong content, powerful in an utterly honest way. I especially like the direct tone, with the cynical voice... the bitterness bites the reader with excellent word choices. I felt the opening lines were most dramatic. The narrator sense of anger, mixed with raw experience.
Some suggestions to consider.
Several lines such as L3, L5 and 6.. should begin w/lower case.
L10, instead of I'll will, (a typo) perhaps I will ... has a more direct, controlling and commanding sound to it than... "I'll" ... of course, your choice.
This was a very powerful poem and deserves some futures reads to get into the between the lines meanings...
Best to you... Liz -
Very nicely written.
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Finally, a real comment.
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Next time, quote me.
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There are times... rare times - when the wind direction is right, the waves play the game - and the sails catch the blow to perfection... the jib at midway, the main lunging, and the spinnaker billows in full display.. there is this tingling surge of silent joy as the yacht shows her personal flare...
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this poem was absalutely speechless this is my incredible FAVOURITE part!
Disintegrating in the sun blasted waste-lands.
An autodidact, I become where I am at the speed -
- Of light. And you, spider, I'll will admit even
Stumped Jung, but my mating is done, and I have moved
On, because I sold my self into slavery, and sex, for
a decade, and then bought my way back in order to shed
My masculinity, and assume my role as hero,
(Ego removal by penetration, and ritual sex magic)
I am impervious to lust, greed, and the sexual control that
Women have over men. I also can't be manipulated by power,
Friends, or currency. Surrounded by legions of the loyal.
I am utterly alone, like you, in a web of my own design
I collect beautiful things, I work magic, create
truly remarkible i looooooove it! -
Math has never been my strong point, anyway.
By the way, I like your little quote thing. -
Yeah you did, you just had it reversed, like fractions.
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That's very true... I didn't even think of that.
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No, not really, you're just moving in younger less experienced poetic circles.
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Close, but you have it reversed.
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This poem is very...different from what I'm used to reading, but I could relate to different aspects of it. I liked your frankness. Pretty good.
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No, I have to quit, unfortunately writing this good has left me impoverished, so now I have to take a fourth job at the Burger Squeeze.
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Well done
Oh my god, I love this. I adore how you just bash society as whole, and you do it with such bittersweet emotions: it's amazing.
The ending is abrupt, which creates a nice slap in the face for people. Actually, this whole piece is a nice slap in the face.
You also put subjects, which are complete antitheses, in one line together. One that really stuck out in my mind was:
"I can suck a cock for money, or figure out a way
To end poverty."
To me, this is saying that just because someone does something which society sees as positive, does not mean that he is a good person.
Well done.
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Lovely, thank you.
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this was an awsome write. Plese keep writing.
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I have listened to some of your songs on the website and I have to tell you that you are very talented... keep on creating dreams in our lives!!!!
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