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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Anonymous
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fundamentally dead forgotten and discussed nature's influence on image takes over this poem is not beautiful not musical or thoughtful this poem, rather writing, is for instant digestion. Don't read it in search of meaning don't read it as if you were hip to the randomness of modern art Read it as if you were a mystic... Indulge the split of your personality Read it with no holds barred Believe you are the psychic you think you are Believe you are the psychologist you think you are Believe you are the servant of God you sometimes hope you are. Believe you are the connector, the lover that exhudes connection. Believe you are the savior, the one that answers too divine voices Heal sinners Eliminate doubters Believe in the pick 6 Imagine you are drinking coffee on your way to work Eat shit Fuck you Live...ever after I am writing to you with a belly full of beer I have life on my back and love in my heart I have never loved as I love now I have never felt our communion with nature...until now This world...this instance... We are a garden We are violent produce We pass through We indulge We are doomed We are blessed We are willing to believe I want to take part in the process I want to be part of the tragedy I want to drown the angst with beauty... Like a... Be aware of the cold vastness The crafted lies The grand comfort The forces at play Jesus was a man Let him be As the sunrise As the rain As the means of our ends As the life we are given As the death we perfect All the songs we sing All the lies we digest All the love we compromise And sing to forget We are doomed We are blessed We are willing to believe We are waiting for something Or someone... Is it right Is it valid Is it ok to proceed I am lost I am wondering Art is dead. There is no more power to it. Look at anarchy...
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