From time to time a poem
I am my deepest shadow,
Something I can't ever neglect,
Rise above these ashes,
Or fall and fade away
In dark moments, I know better,
Within destruction, I see clearly
From here to new grounds,
Suppose I will be doing it alone,
With a smile through black design
Fearless of your conviction
Staring into truth, I am the highway,
Existence, care for me in all
Your everlasting complications
In dark moments, I know better
Within destruction, I see clearly
Forget the promised land,
There was never an invitation,
Today I create my own,
Before there was sorrow
And lack of attention
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Wallace Stevens
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Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
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About love and pain
And find I can't write
About other things!
The depth of emotion
Just doesn't inspire.
Does a poet need pain
As a child her mother?
The things in my head
Don't inspire and cheer;
They shouldn't be shared
With anyone here.
I'm more of a Poe
And less of a Frost.
In love and pain
I'm too easily lost.
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Lost, lost in a world that will never accept me.
Lost in a world where my friends, people hate to be.
I look, I see you laughing behind my back.
My future is dim, and you are turning it black.
I search; I see the disgust in your staring eyes.
I say nothing because I know of all your lies.
I hate you; I hate your very existence here.
At times I want to cry, but I’ll never shed a tear.
The hate within my heart is strong.
In this world I do not belong.
Fear in my eye would only bring pleasure to your heart.
To be within this cruel world, I hate to be a part.
But, how can I make you see what I am truly like.
How can I make you see that we are just alike?
Where can I hide from this cruel and painful world?
A well laid plan of death will soon be unfurled.
NO! Death is not the answer but still fills my soul.
You try to make me feel worthless, worthless as coal.
The hate within my heart is strong.
In this world I do not belong.
As useless steel can be forged into a powerful knife,
So is true of my pain to build strength in my life.
So mock me, come and mock me to my face.
Soon my pain will stand and cause you disgrace.
The hate within my heart is strong.
In this world I do not belong.
The hate within my heart is dead.
Finally now I can rest my head.
I am eternally Lost!
By: Robert Cannon
Rev. Robert Cannon OCP
Bishop of TotJO
Master Knight of Jediism
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The star emerged as gas
floating silently still
settled, undisturbed in hollowed space
left with nothing of a trace, and yet it did not grow
not even a speed so slow, it moved not
but cooled with depression, a negative succession
of a truth so deep, it could only weep in silence
unheard, unseen, and yet respect it had to redeem
it's soul expanded out of its hollowed masses
dieing for a spark, a heat, a light for its gases
until there came a suppression
flying, arriving, residing among the form
moving around, above, and within its norm
the mess of imperfection swirling in a storm
disturbed interestingly at its grace
wondering its place and how fast its pace
for which it is moved, mesmerized by its effect
having something new to detect and a tingling
in a way it has never felt or seen
like the start of time, a just crowned queen
as suddenly it explodes a fire inside
a force now for it to abide
illuminating its whole like never before
and now it has something finally to adore, it is finally alive
glowing and shining, with the ambition to thrive
how beautiful this expression, now thanks to the suppression
it shines on and on, swelling a fantastic dawn
endlessly the storm of the new heat, o look how neat
it is visited by bodies around and among
their orbiting song now beautifully sung
to their own source of life
through this now ecstatic strife; such a chance to be real
its happiness flowing to feel
through millions of eons it progresses
until slowly it just depresses into a dem light of unsureness
now not knowing its purpose for being what it has been
for so long living in this angelic skin
it dies away through eons of morn, noon, and evening
until its night falls once again with its bringing
and the flicker of light in which started it dies in stress
as its gases now carry less and less
of the chemicals responsible for what was once such glow
now just a storm of dark, degraded, mellow
sitting for eons and eons again this fellow
as its gases never move, swirl, nor spin, again it waits
and sits in silence for another ride of fate's
sure it will find yet another happiness to glow with
and burn with another life of unspeakable myth
because its time must move on through all these events
just to experience another aeon of grievance.
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To enjoy the nothingness
Some people speak of finding truth
While others search for bliss
I walk my path, observing
I try learning from each side
The more I learn, the less I know
But I enjoy the ride
I listen to the silence
Growing louder day by day
Some people call out to me
Claiming they have found "the way"
I cannot help but smile
As I see beyond the trees
Our paths seem to be different
But we're holding the same keys
One day our paths will merge
We'll stop and the same door
We'll all begin to realize
Nothing matters anymore
And as we pass the threshold
Where we can finally see
The only difference in our paths
Was the scenery
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Rend, descend, there is no end
Now, my friend, its time to defend
Yourself against my rage!
So a monster am I?
Let me tell you why
From your mouth to my soul then
Was poured all thats unwholesome
In the dark of the night
You'll scream out with fright
From the monsters rage tonight!
Fear, drawing near, time of judgment is here
Face, your sins, as judgment begins
Your end, is near, can you hear?
I'm a monument to all your sins!
So a monster am I?
Let me tell you why
From your mouth to my soul then
Was poured all thats unwholesome
In the dark of the night
You'll scream out with fright
From the monsters rage tonight.
So long and thanks for all the fish
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I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
-Emily Dickinson
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Gasping, struggling; fighting for air.
Thinking, wondering; how is this fair?
Embracing, holding; my pounding chest.
Hoping, praying; to accomplish my best.
Stacking, piling; I’m way over my head.
Realizing, knowing; I’ll soon be dead.
Pushing, fighting; desiring to be free.
Cherishing, loving; what was given to me.
Problems, trials; continue smothering me.
Drowning, drowning; can’t anyone see?
By: Robert Cannon
Rev. Robert Cannon OCP
Bishop of TotJO
Master Knight of Jediism
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Little devil with a song to sing, what sorrow today have you to bring?
Your tunes are so dark, weary, and dreary, yet I find myself desiring them so dearly.
Won’t you sing a tune for me, to make the day a little less full of glee?
Oh little devil with a song to sing, what dark and dismal joy you bring.
I’ll play your game because I want your pain, if it’s all just the same.
Please jab me with your pointed stick, so I can get so dearly sick.
So devil with a song to sing, what sorrow today have you to bring?
Do you come to dish out pain, or traverse here instead to play a game?
Wont you sing so dearly hollow, to make me full of pain and sorrow?
Little devil with a song to sing, what sorrow today have you to bring?
-Kohadre
So long and thanks for all the fish
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A lonely rhyme, a single crime
Yet it’s just the same thing at a different time
A lonely boy, once filled with joy
Now only knows to reciprocate, the hate he’s made to tolerate
A gun, rising sun
Actions made, can’t be undone
Pull the trigger, give a snigger
Sins stacked up, now it’s time to deliver
Sirens singing, eardrums ringing
Mind races, walking in paces
Begin to run, a new life begun
Action deployed, two lives destroyed
Hate, intolerance, anger.
What can we do to end the hate that stipulates?
What can we do to end the intolerance that spawns a conglomerate of destruction?
What can we do to end the hunger that drives us asunder?
Change the scene
A little boy, filled with joy
Ignorant of the world around him, unaware of the hate that awaits him
Born different, in a world that despises differences
Tries to teach, tries to preach
Gets beat down and smacked in the street
Had enough, time for change, some actions he will rearrange
Buys a gun, now judgment comes
A lonely boy, once filled with joy
Now only knows to reciprocate, the hate he’s made to tolerate
-Kohadre
So long and thanks for all the fish
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I am a writer.
I bleed ink;
my very breath is composed
of nouns
verbing through
an adjective metaphor--
the whole of creation
rests
squarely on
my metered tongue.
So, when I tell you
that I cannot find
the words
to express
the way you
make my heart thump-thump
a quicker thump-thump
than it was thump-thumping before,
I want you to understand.
When I tell you
that you are the most
b e a u t i f u l l e s t
pretty thing
that has ever
prettied
please, take note
When I stutter, and stammer,
when my mouth opens and closes,
and not a single damned sound
escapes my barren lips
as I gesture wildly
with pen-filled hands
praying I find the right
combination of these
measley twenty-one
(and five)
while my head shakes wildly
in utter disbelief
that in all the worlds
ever dreamt up
and rolled onto
the flesh of a forest,
martyr'd,
that something so wonderful as you
could possibly exist
I need you to smile, and be kind to my silence,
for I am a writer,
and you take away my words
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It’s not much to me, dreaming for what I can’t see
I beg, I plead, but still I see
You’ll always be a part of me
Oh!
So take the pills
To make life nil
Today’s yesterday’s tomorrow
So take the pills
To end the sorrow
Turn the page, burn some sage
Too mellow to feel any rage
Feeling the dawn of a new age
Yeah!
So take the pills
To make life nil
Today’s yesterday’s tomorrow
So take the pills
To end the sorrow
(Solo)
Feeling colder, turn the shoulder
Some of them say I’m Bi-polar
Maybe I won’t be when I get a little older
Check!
So take the pills
To make life nil
Today’s yesterday’s tomorrow
So take the pills
To end the sorrow
So take the pills
To make life nil
Today’s yesterday’s tomorrow
So take the pills
To end the sorrow
So take the pills
To end the sorrow
-Kohadre
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My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day -- the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel- have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd -- fell
An essence -- powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
--Edgar A. Poe--
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Rain by Frederick Seidel
Rain falls on the Western world,
The coldest spring in living memory everywhere.
Winter in mid-May means the darling buds of May uncurled
On an ice-cold morgue slab, smilingly shaking loose their beautiful hair.
London rains every day anyway.
Paris is freezing. It's May, but Rome is cold.
Motorcycles being tested at the factory in Varese north of Milan are gray
Victims screaming in place and can't get out and won't get sold.
It's the recession.
It's very weird in New York.
Teen vampires are the teen obsession,
Rosebud mouths who don't use a knife and fork.
Germany at first won't save Greece, but really has to.
It's hot hot in parts of Texas, but rain drowns Tennessee, people die.
It's the euro. It's the Greek debt. Greece knew
It had to stop lying, but timeo Danaos, they're Greeks, Greeks lie.
Canoeing in the Ozarks with Pierre Leval: the rain came down so hard
The river rose twenty-three feet in the predawn hours and roared.
Came the dawn, there was improbably a lifeguard,
There was a three-legged dog, the jobless numbers soared.
Dreamers woke in the dark and drowned, with time to think this can't be true.
Incomprehensible is something these things do.
They bring the Dow Jones into the Ozarks and the Ozarks into the EU.
A raving flash flood vomits out of a raindrop. The Western world is in the ICU.
Entire trees rocket past. One wouldn't stand a chance in the canoe.
A three-legged dog appears, then the guy it belongs to.
You instantly knew
You'd run into a hillbilly backwoods crazy, itching to kill you.
Berlin and Athens, as the Western world flickers,
Look up blinking in the rain and lick the rain and shiver and freeze.
They open black umbrellas and put on yellow slickers
And weep sugar like honeybees dying of the bee disease.
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Raindrops,
Falling from a sky
Enviously painted gray and black
With the billowy, undulating wisps
Of thoughts and dreams of:
Rain
Raindrops,
Never failing in their falling
To catch my fancy,
At the wondrous, bountiful beauty
Of their hopes and hints of:
Rain
“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” -Zhuangzi
“Though, as the crusade presses on, I find myself altogether incapable of staying here in saftey while others shed their blood for such a noble and just cause. For surely must the Almighty be with us even in the sundering of our nation. Our fight is for freedom, for liberty, and for all the principles upon which that aforementioned nation was built.” - Patrick “Madman of Galway” O'Dell
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By Veltra
The ground glitters, as the lamps hit the snow.
A cold white blanket covers the ground.
Everything is sleeping through the night.
As I look outside , everything is quiet.
But when I fall asleep i'm always cold.
As I dream I dream of all the people in my life.
When I wake, the world is still asleep.
The sun light slowly peeks over the tree tops
and the snow starts to glow and sparkle.
After the earth slowly wakes up from its slumber
soon I will be at school but,
the snow slowly falls,
like cherry blossoms in the spring.
Even though winter is going to come to an end,
I won't feel unhappy about it.
Spring will come after winter,
and then summer after spring.
I now just wait for every day to pass.
Nothing ever changes so it does not matter.
It's cold, but that's the beauty of winter.
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