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LenMcC1 Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 68 |
Triumphant Psycho Growing up in the face of deceit You learn to hate with the best of them Nothing can top my adulation For the great minds of our time No one can compare them self To the different stars of the sky Howling winds of last weeks actions Are nothing but minute directions On the blueprint of how to build a life Frolicking in the playground of love Is only a small penalty for a life of rain If your going away…don’t Lights are left on wherever I turn And I cannot shut them off I will soon go blind From the constant stream of brightness Flowing out of life’s lights And I can’t shut my eyes for some reason Newspaper man started to weep and laugh As the little boy gave him a quarter The cop by street started to frown at this But he knew he could not stop it Lunch was served in the pub downtown But there was nobody around to eat it Don’t grieve for dead that died Leave your mind simple and plain Feel my feelings splinter along your beastly soul Look up at the sky of moonlit beams And miss your parents but never too much Learn to live with your bad luck |
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J.L. Humphres Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 201Alabama |
Len, I'm not really sure if I got the actual gist of the poem. It seems to be a look at what life does to make us complacent with horror and tragedy all around. Turns us all, in the broadest context, into psychos (one whose actions are not governed by consience). I may be off here, but hey you'll have to forgive me I've been on a bit of a hiatus. I really liked the poem, my favorite line: "If you're going away...don't" Brilliant. J.L.H. Jason I...I have seen the best minds of my generation... --Allen Ginsberg |
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