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Addressing insects.

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brian madden
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ireland


0 posted 05-21-2000 06:05 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for brian madden

I am pagan in mind
of skeletal flesh shackled
to gluttony's frame.
Present with all social ideals,
though unbalanced torn
from baptismal purity to the world corrupt.
For sake of knowledge
I have had myself violated,
learning only to pillage in emptiness.

Kneeing down on torture stone
not pray but with pity plead.
I need the escape of pleasure
without consequence.
Beneath the shrouds bury boredom,
sleep of agony still I am restless
with no clean rooms for morality.
My soul screams penance in vain
for the AntiChrist resides in man.

Hung in the gallows of Church love,
shrink as the sins of my life
are screened for insects
against the shadows of a crucifix.
In the murmurs of the sermon
my skin creeps as insects crawl between.
My exposed flesh shrinks as it is lowered
into the scales of sacredness.
Worth weighted discloses only vacancy.

Kiss the feet of the priest;
offer up myself for redemption.
Suffocating under the weight
of infinite eyes inspecting my very fabric
I cry for an end, even condemnation.
Before family they hold my trial;
a spectacular account of decadence
for me, they seem to frown upon
the very nature of human existence.

The insect thought is a linear machine,
void of all worthless distractions
of our condition. They exist as a unit
marching towards a single focus,
They are the perfect servants of religion.
I stand as an inadequate in silence
at Their mercy for an eternity
existing as Their purgatory
every second addressing insects.




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"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
Douglas Adams.

"Here chewing your
tail is joy"

Richey Edwards


© Copyright 2000 brian madden - All Rights Reserved
Janet Marie
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1 posted 05-21-2000 06:19 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Hung in the gallows of Church love,
shrink as the sins of my life
are screened for insects
against the shadows of a crucifix.
In the murmurs of the sermon
my skin creeps as insects crawl between.
My exposed flesh shrinks as it is lowered
into the scales of sacredness.
Worth weighted discloses only vacancy.

Kiss the feet of the priest;
offer up myself for redemption.
Suffocating under the weight
of infinite eyes inspecting my very fabric
I cry for an end, even condemnation.
Before family they hold my trial;
a spectacular account of decadence
for me, they seem to frown upon
the very nature of human existence.

The insect thought is a linear machine,
void of all worthless distractions
of our condition. They exist as a unit
marching towards a single focus,
They are the perfect servants of religion.
I stand as an inadequate in silence
at Their mercy for an eternity
existing as Their purgatory
every second addressing insects.
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WHOA!!!
hey Brian, dont hold back hon...
say what ya really feel.  
wow!!
as you told me...
push the limits,
ask the questions,
challenge the poet and the reader.
once again...you go deep and my head hurts.
I think I better get use to it. LOL
later poetic prophet
jm
Nan
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2 posted 05-21-2000 06:41 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

You're really good, Brian... I'd suggest that if you haven't taken note of H Arlequin's work, that you go out of your way to do so - You'll really enjoy his writing....

Marge Tindal
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3 posted 05-21-2000 06:57 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Brian~
Man, you guys are BUGGING me !
And where's the Balladeer when you need him?

On a serious note -
Deep, contemplative writing.
Probing with quixotic questioning.

You have immense talent, my friend.
~*Marge*~



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Aimster
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since 02-19-2000
Posts 4367
Charlotte, NC


4 posted 05-21-2000 08:45 PM       View Profile for Aimster   Email Aimster   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Aimster

brian--

wow this was intense and very deep!! i think i need to read it a few more times cuz i read it twice and both times went WOW! this piece is really really good but im kinda tired. think i'll read it when i'm more awake lol.   superb job my friend!

amy
"Kneeing down on torture stone
not pray but with pity plead.
I need the escape of pleasure
without consequence.
Beneath the shrouds bury boredom,
sleep of agony still I am restless
with no clean rooms for morality.
My soul screams penance in vain
for the AntiChrist resides in man."

Powerful VERY powerful stanza!!



 ~Live today as though it were your last but prepare for tomorrow as though it were here~
Balladeer
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5 posted 05-21-2000 11:56 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Brian, if this poem means what I think it means, it is a brilliant poem. If it means something other than I think it does, it is a brilliant poem.
brian madden
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ireland


6 posted 05-22-2000 03:19 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Aw thanks Janet, sorry for all the migranes, I promise to be more gentle in future.  

Thanks Nan, I will look for H Arlequin's poems. Thank you for the suggestion. Love the bug graphics, I could spend all day watching them.

Marge,thank you. I am gald you like my poetry. The feeling is very mutual. I know I am in good company on this site.

thank you Aimster,  

Thanks Balladeer,
I would love to hear your interruption.

Thank you all.  


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"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
Douglas Adams.

Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

"You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy"
  
Richey Edwards



[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 05-22-2000).]
insect
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since 04-22-2000
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7 posted 05-22-2000 05:20 PM       View Profile for insect   Email insect   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for insect

That's a hell of a poem!
I think that maybe they exist to exist.
But I am only human despite my name.
Pleasurable read.

I wonder if they have any emotions in
the world they live in?
Could they be a growing evolution of
some higher existence for their existence,
in this expanding free to live in universe?
Anyway I admire them.
brian madden
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Posts 4532
ireland


8 posted 05-22-2000 06:11 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Thank you insect, The poem was not exactly about insects. It was more of a metaphor for religon. I think insects may just be organic machines but in the grand scheme of things so may we. I admire some insects, butterflies especially but I hate flies and wasps.  

I wonder if they have any emotions in
the world they live in?
Could they be a growing evolution of
some higher existence for their existence,
in this expanding free to live in universe.

Some very interesting questions and I am tempted to give my answers but this a poetry forum, and I think people here are sick of hearing my thoughts on life LOL. I know I am. All I will say is that insects seem to be at the peek of their evolutionary stage, if they evolved any further we would have real stiff competition.




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"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
Douglas Adams.

Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

"You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside,
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy"

Richey Edwards

netswan
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since 03-28-2000
Posts 1395
Washington


9 posted 05-23-2000 06:24 PM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Brian this is a masterpiece of poetry art.
The subject too profound for me. I do not
understand religion and idolation and
praying. Do not feel uncomfortable about
the peace my soul shall have.  Have no
belief in superstitions ----and am content
with life, allowing people to believe what
they want to believe provided they are not
hurting others.  I find religion a fantastic
subject, and cry for those that cannot
release the bonds that have made them feel
some how sinful, evil - off to hell and
that sort of stuff.  Makes me sad.

Yet, on the other hand on the spiritual
side and see people worshipping happily
in peace - and reveling in their God and
feeling nurtured. I can feel at peace with
that, too.

Other than putting in my 4 cents worth,
I find this poem - very well written, yet
agonzing

~netswan  
 
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