Open Poetry #14 |
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Death a personal god |
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Brad Majors![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia ![]() |
You try to buy my silence and my soul But I not a piece of bloody meat to market Your candy coated lies sicken me I spent the night by the throne because of primetime Every morning wake to the horried feeling of violation like the victim of rape but You do rape me thrusting your tiny invisable phallus into my virigin mind with sitcom fantasies and "reality" tv I beg for knowledge but you taunt with Regis I cry for years my mind is hemmoraged as I stand before my forgotten bookshelf and do a mental re enactedment of "The Crying Game" as I purge "must see tv" from my soul with Camu and Poe In one moment I destroy you putting my boot through your pretty sceen proving your mortality as the sound of sparks feel the night. [This message has been edited by Brad Majors (edited 06-07-2001).] |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
The meaning is great and I understand where you are coming from in this. If I may however...there are a few typos that keep it from being as great as it should...I hope you don't mind! Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind... |
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Brad Majors![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
thank you I am editing them ![]() |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
Great ideas. I liked the thyme of this poem a great deal. It is very powerful. |
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