Scathing political diatribe, lacklustre performances
void of empathy, stone deaf ears
agglomerate around a divorced sense
of self righteousness
Filtration thins the moral concentration
seeding out values, deflated principles
rouge painted eyebrows whisper
at passing dilemmas,
of sweet derision and arrogant scorn
Perspicuity holds hands with vague
allusions to half remembered ethics
Oh, what were those years, those golden years
When time for holy indulgences
frothed over from every haughty goblet
Run and gather in wheat fields
The cynical sneers that retired there
Clouted, booted, kicked in the F#cking shins
Nails driven through grubby palms
Clasping at fast forgotten codes
Spiritual enlightenment was watered down
deluged in fornicating dreams
Vitriol lashed out, finding favour
with filth, scum, exquisite torture
Chase the sun to the horizon
A contest entry
- Crucify by cheaphotelsign.
525 points, ended October 19, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
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300 points, ended November 29, 2007, 4 entries
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Sounds like a crucifiction to me my brother! Thank for sharing truth!!!
Az
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tooo disorganized
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what in the`world are you trying to say?
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great write...so many fantastic lines. wonderful use of words. i appreciate your take on this. thank you for entering...best wishes.
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wow, a very strong message my friend. Yet what is lost may be found when the circle yet again arrive in the current time. i loved it.
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I read the first line and thought: he's talking about the Democratic and Republican candidates for President next year (LOL)(I do like Ron Paul). The only part that really threw me was the line void of apathy, if you don't have apathy are you the opposite, are you interested? I really liked the ending when you said chase the sun to the horizon; that says a lot about our spiritual health to me: as members of secret societies like Freemasons are actually followers of the Sun (baal).
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Poetic
I really loved the second verse. But, could you find another word for perspicuity? That one had me running for my Webster's. A prompt says I should try relating my emotional response to the poem. To me it meant humanity is losing its moral center.
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this good
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like trying to distiguish a stranger approaching through a cold grey rain whipping into one's eyes
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Beautiful poem, I love the raw emotion in this. The anger, it's wonderful. You really sent out a powerful message with this piece, great job!
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The exquisite torture of golden words commanded by a searing intellect. Read and re-read the message seems obfuscated inside hidden metaphor. Likely I didn't fully follow the thread.
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