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AGE:
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LOC: Canada
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 22
LOC: Canada
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 22
Poetry and Philosophy are the things I spit. Art is a love affair I would never quite…well, maybe if the price was right i’d make the sacrifice, but for now poetry is my thing.
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By DarkAngel123 The definitive work is never done, it’s always under construction A good work ethic drives a writer to keep on going Realizing my time is finite, I tirelessly seek that elusive light, that sheds clarity on the things I don’t know Never content with the first draft, always cognizant of the aftermath, because expression can be quaint, it always finds itself on trial by a committee of saints For I speak subjectively, to an objective following Always prepar...
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By DarkAngel123 Emotions can bounce off like waves of magnetism I prefer to disrupt its frequency with a pacifier of lead, using it to perfect unseemly lines with comprehensive verses of linearity Domains of superstition are exchanged for concepts of fruition Never abandoning the land to fallow, for desertification is the conduit that leaves the soul hollow Somtimes desires call for redemption by means of retribution, not knowing which direction blows the winds of solution Love is the ...
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Phieo Love By DarkAngel123 Veiled in mystery, her beauty cannot be measured by the eyes of a carnal mind Her heart torn apart so many times, she carried the scars of a million souls Crying tears out like the winepress, she wondered if grief would ever let go Salvation came adorned in strength and honor ‘Its’ hands stretched endlessly into her body of pain Serenading her with caresses warm and penetrating ‘It’ loved her, embracing what it could not understand There&rs...
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Memories lay deep in the mystic searching for visions of a sunset, while trees of antiquity speak in tongues of melody, guiding impulses like data on the information highway Spiritual discernment leaves no stones unturned, and every creature of habit interred in a myriad of guilt Still, proclivities for descent are committed, when the eyes of the 'Host' has abandoned its post Leaves litter the field indiscriminately, creating a kaleidoscope of confusion, as thoughts are illuminated to th...
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Though words may not fly as the sparrow at mid-summer, expression finds voice through sincerity For I seek neither the gift of embellishment, Nor the approval of those whose merits would be built upon a foundation of mediocrity Give me honor and humility that my words would convey even a “grain of truth” For the folly of the oppressed is acceptance of logic without wisdom, reason without faith; their mind, is that of a caged beast staring through the bars of inevitability A...
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I can appreciate the attempts at qualifying the human condition, however there's something about this piece that comes off as being too vague and unfinished. I believe the opening paragraph should set the tone for any written work, I thought "I feel pain therefore I am" comes of as being flat (btw: why is the "and" preceded by a semi colon (;) shouldn't there be a comma (,)? I was a little confused by the line "I can feel my soul as sediment, a living organ crawling outside..."; what are you ...
Positives: On the surface this is a good read. I like the quality of your words and overall expression. I thought the last line ("Pavement crumbles and faiths fail, but she will never age and never grow frail") captured the essence of the piece. Negatives: None
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