isaac-grimm - Hello Poetry

I once read a poem that was too long I once left a poem unfinished.

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Jun 11, 2013

Jun 11, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

So Long

I once read a poem that was too long I once left a poem unfinished.

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Once upon a now and then there is and was a mighty king whom we love to serve whether we know it or not and we ignore at our peril for he’s all that we’ve got His presence glows brighter by fireside and hearth Music, voices, laughter - he basks in their warmth He sails upon the winds borne by gleeful children’s screams and darts between the specks of dust connecting lovers’ dreams And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye He’ll sometimes come and sometimes go always a flutter to and fro kept alive through grace and welcoming hearts Sustained by music and hugs and love and art Some people glance askew and see him but a direct stare and he’d disappear People feel their insides shiver when they lose him such a efflorescent presence we all want near Gasp in wonder at the sunrise and he’s in your eyes Sigh to the cool night air, and he rustles in your hair And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye

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Apr 22, 2013

Apr 22, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

The King

Once upon a now and then there is and was a mighty king whom we love to serve whether we know it or not and we ignore at our peril for he’s all that we’ve got His presence glows brighter by fireside and hearth Music, voices, laughter - he basks in their warmth He sails upon the winds borne by gleeful children’s screams and darts between the specks of dust connecting lovers’ dreams And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye He’ll sometimes come and sometimes go always a flutter to and fro kept alive through grace and welcoming hearts Sustained by music and hugs and love and art Some people glance askew and see him but a direct stare and he’d disappear People feel their insides shiver when they lose him such a efflorescent presence we all want near Gasp in wonder at the sunrise and he’s in your eyes Sigh to the cool night air, and he rustles in your hair And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye

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Oh don’t you wish you were free Don’t you just wish you were free? You’d be a fool to give it all up Just for peace, happiness, and security. Poor soul, your state oppressing so many Maybe some day they’ll see That mass corporate conglomerates are people too Just like you and me All that nonsense, propaganda About social justice, bonds, and solidarity Beware, that’s just the sugar coated ghost of Stalin Mao, ****** Beezlebub, and Mussolini Oh boy don’t you just wish Don’t you wish you were more like me? At liberty to willfully discriminate On your own private property. To just exercise your personhood By buying clothes and watching TV What’s the matter man, why don’t you see, Why you so anti-individuality?

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Apr 4, 2013

Apr 4, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

Ode to Rand

Oh don’t you wish you were free Don’t you just wish you were free? You’d be a fool to give it all up Just for peace, happiness, and security. Poor soul, your state oppressing so many Maybe some day they’ll see That mass corporate conglomerates are people too Just like you and me All that nonsense, propaganda About social justice, bonds, and solidarity Beware, that’s just the sugar coated ghost of Stalin Mao, ****** Beezlebub, and Mussolini Oh boy don’t you just wish Don’t you wish you were more like me? At liberty to willfully discriminate On your own private property. To just exercise your personhood By buying clothes and watching TV What’s the matter man, why don’t you see, Why you so anti-individuality?

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This is the Agnostics Anthem The Church stole God and asked a ransom Atheists are too ******* sure for me So I guess when we’re dead then we’ll finally see

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Apr 4, 2013

Apr 4, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

Agnostics Anthem

This is the Agnostics Anthem The Church stole God and asked a ransom Atheists are too ******* sure for me So I guess when we’re dead then we’ll finally see

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La violencia esta medio escondida en toda parte La violencia A veces es conocida y reconocida y llamada por lo que es pero nunca se entienden las causas o se explican los involucrados mejor dicho los beneficiarios. La violencia se supplementa por la avaricia la indiferencia y la ignorancia y sobrevive por la falta... de que? La justicia La igualdad El conocimiento que somos uno. La violencia es la chiquita sin comida los 30.000 muertos de hambre cada dia. La violencia es la destrucción de diversas especies y culturas, la matanza de hábitats, lenguajes y estilos de vida. La violencia es violencia mental, social, emocional, o fisica La negación de la voz de tantos La manipulacion de miedo del mal entendimiento para seguir y justificar el poder que sólo puede existir por la violencia

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Mar 22, 2013

Mar 22, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC

isaac-grimm

LA VIOLENCIA

La violencia esta medio escondida en toda parte La violencia A veces es conocida y reconocida y llamada por lo que es pero nunca se entienden las causas o se explican los involucrados mejor dicho los beneficiarios. La violencia se supplementa por la avaricia la indiferencia y la ignorancia y sobrevive por la falta... de que? La justicia La igualdad El conocimiento que somos uno. La violencia es la chiquita sin comida los 30.000 muertos de hambre cada dia. La violencia es la destrucción de diversas especies y culturas, la matanza de hábitats, lenguajes y estilos de vida. La violencia es violencia mental, social, emocional, o fisica La negación de la voz de tantos La manipulacion de miedo del mal entendimiento para seguir y justificar el poder que sólo puede existir por la violencia

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My hair collects all The earth's artifacts and I Refuse to shower

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Mar 22, 2013

Mar 22, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC

isaac-grimm

Haiku #2

My hair collects all The earth's artifacts and I Refuse to shower

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Without rest Words whither Sizzle on a cellular level Choking on daydream sands Of a temporary mere mirage Life shuffles on unlocked knees Cramped back cracks And spells of checked out self A little voice cries in grief Longing for your dive into The dark lush dreaming tide And to drown to life In the sleep-struck rush A floodgate of relief So sleep.

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Mar 22, 2013

Mar 22, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC

isaac-grimm

So Sleep

Without rest Words whither Sizzle on a cellular level Choking on daydream sands Of a temporary mere mirage Life shuffles on unlocked knees Cramped back cracks And spells of checked out self A little voice cries in grief Longing for your dive into The dark lush dreaming tide And to drown to life In the sleep-struck rush A floodgate of relief So sleep.

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Hell is when you die and no one cares, a snuffed out rotting memory

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

Haiku #1

Hell is when you die and no one cares, a snuffed out rotting memory

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In the city you can't see the stars, often times. So how are you supposed to remember what eternity looks like?

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

The Drawback

In the city you can't see the stars, often times. So how are you supposed to remember what eternity looks like?

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A simple melody circular chord of smiling faces pass a warm moment to the left shared silence embraces, fills a need, and how, punctuated by cricket calls and arpeggiated highs does a collective memory etch and arch an overhead spider web, connecting the singularities, the string pulses ebbing and humming in tune with each glowing, grinning source, and how, does one sustain that web? Tug the string along on all your days, your dragging red wagon clasped human connection your cherished, sustained, maintained, mutual memories.

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Mar 1, 2013

Mar 1, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC

isaac-grimm

And How

A simple melody circular chord of smiling faces pass a warm moment to the left shared silence embraces, fills a need, and how, punctuated by cricket calls and arpeggiated highs does a collective memory etch and arch an overhead spider web, connecting the singularities, the string pulses ebbing and humming in tune with each glowing, grinning source, and how, does one sustain that web? Tug the string along on all your days, your dragging red wagon clasped human connection your cherished, sustained, maintained, mutual memories.

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