WOW !
I CAN RELATE TO THAT !

Means

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Your poem solidifies all of my

Preconceptions and prejudices

and acts as armor and protection

Against all the poets and poems

Who are trying to ****** me into

Thinking for myself and goading me on

To change my ways

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THANKS !!

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GREAT WRITE !

means

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The form of the poem was such that I was able

To avoid

Any real intrusion into my sanctuary

Of its content

I find the content of poems quite challenging

And disturbing

Like someone is trying to wake me up

And insist that

I too !

Am real .... !

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CONGRATS !

YOU MADE THE DAILY !!

Means

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a poem is just a " selfie "

Sexted to friends !

you sure looked cute in that one!

lol...... !

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( what we are really telling each other )

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Life is ******

I'm ******

You're ******

Everyone is ******

So

Let's all eat **** and die

Wow !

I was sitting here ******* reading poems

and for some reason

Yours made me

YANK ON IT

a little bit harder

And by the *** all over the place

I guess I liked it !!

•

I can't make a comment to say just why

For I fear

I may thusly become

Involved with you       and ideas

In general

( and thus be drawn into the community )

Of poets

                                            -- Or the community of man

and this to me seems very dangerous

and beyond the scope of my intentions

//

Keep up with the *** **** though

After I clean up a bit

I'll be ready to

Rock n Roll again !

( if ya know what I mean !!! )

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                / \    / \

            LOVE                                              ­                                      
                          ­                                           ( into the Unknown )

••

golden footsteps

                                                      ­                 ( forever seen )

//

We come to the Eternal Fire

Eventually

•

tiny cabin in the hills

//

Peasants from the fields

Appear in the magic moment

Of dream's release

///

Why is it:

THOSE WHO ARE LEAST FULLY  ALIVE

Are the most afraid to die ?

YES

WHY IS IT ?

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we see the storm of war approaching

//

( Don't we ? )

//

Who knows what we know or see

//

Little children

Born in these most alien times

DO NOT GET WRITTEN ON !!!

( YOU ARE HERE TO WRITE ! )

//

and tell the story

That is the world

//

( there is a fire burning

A cabin in the hills )

//

Come

We shall go humbly

There is a promise made

Must be fulfilled

Drowning in a sea of despair,
I'm trying to keep my head above the water but it's no use.
Every word being spoken around me inflames my temper,
I am a lost cause.
Soon, I will abandon this roller coaster of emotions.
I will fade into a deep sleep,
I will pray to never awaken.
As I sleep, the stench of failure floods my bedroom, repelling everyone who tries to enter.
I am a lost cause.
Time is a thief who shakes me awake with black and blue hands.
As I struggle to regain consciousness, a decade has past.
Sadness is a captive animal and I,
I am a lost cause.