i dont "get" poetry
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
the Humans have big Friends, weapons?, "but what are wepeans", guns?, no, its the comunication, true is the humans lost the comunication cuz internet, we go to apes, to the root, welcome on the tree
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
1. Down here in the basement humanity languishes
scurrying from the light, looking for crumbs.
they eat at the stairs that lead up, with the foundation
that holds their subterranean home from oblivion
Gladly making themselves minions, they are afraid of and curse their own shadows
they count the hours, the posts, to a monument, a pyramid of excrement
2. trying to be wack ass MC's but they got no style
making believe for a while
they can't scarcely believe their own lies
and probly never get up to see the skies
no particular motivation to rise
nothing much particular behind their eyes
You have got to be kiddin
this basement is ridden
of any purpose or way in
anyone trying to get out has got to be playin
Its all a Joke but no one is laughin
When the prophets spoke, the message got half in
at best, in another miracle society
like the rest, where there is every variety
of every day life without magic and reality
3. Another level
Beyond down
where it's all way too clear
frend downstairs below
chicken bones old so old rhythm
beat
down here in the
man
take a step lower. ...............''
bass board blue moon
........
down in the garage with my
feel the beat the up tone
once in a while every once in a
its not all soo
bad? but am i
where are you
in
t e h basem 3nt
h i
w e l l
N o w
I
k n o w
scurrying from the light, looking for crumbs.
they eat at the stairs that lead up, with the foundation
that holds their subterranean home from oblivion
Gladly making themselves minions, they are afraid of and curse their own shadows
they count the hours, the posts, to a monument, a pyramid of excrement
2. trying to be wack ass MC's but they got no style
making believe for a while
they can't scarcely believe their own lies
and probly never get up to see the skies
no particular motivation to rise
nothing much particular behind their eyes
You have got to be kiddin
this basement is ridden
of any purpose or way in
anyone trying to get out has got to be playin
Its all a Joke but no one is laughin
When the prophets spoke, the message got half in
at best, in another miracle society
like the rest, where there is every variety
of every day life without magic and reality
3. Another level
Beyond down
where it's all way too clear
frend downstairs below
chicken bones old so old rhythm
beat
down here in the
man
take a step lower. ...............''
bass board blue moon
........
down in the garage with my
feel the beat the up tone
once in a while every once in a
its not all soo
bad? but am i
where are you
in
t e h basem 3nt
h i
w e l l
N o w
I
k n o w
"fortune favors the butt pickers"
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Getting down and dirty in the forest. Staying in the light shadow's shade, we got it made.
Crawling on elbows and knees through dense trees of vines and twines it's green and brown.
Musty mold a thousand stories told of bold Pines and tall stands of Cedar choose either.
As they choke on the smoke of the joke told by the folk who would fell them to hell.
And the beautiful aroma that would put you in a coma, more like a spell but don't dwell there.
Move on to the next cleavage you have to travel through that valley, crevice, pass, cheeks of ass.
Don't look back at would, could have been or might have been because you simply don't have time.
Have to move onto the next rhyme to keep up the time space continuum on auto pilot Violet.
The river knows where to go with the flow without assistance of definitions or fruition of a plan.
Wise old Owl clung to the brittle bark on the stump of the old Oak tree, it's just meant to be.
Crawling on elbows and knees through dense trees of vines and twines it's green and brown.
Musty mold a thousand stories told of bold Pines and tall stands of Cedar choose either.
As they choke on the smoke of the joke told by the folk who would fell them to hell.
And the beautiful aroma that would put you in a coma, more like a spell but don't dwell there.
Move on to the next cleavage you have to travel through that valley, crevice, pass, cheeks of ass.
Don't look back at would, could have been or might have been because you simply don't have time.
Have to move onto the next rhyme to keep up the time space continuum on auto pilot Violet.
The river knows where to go with the flow without assistance of definitions or fruition of a plan.
Wise old Owl clung to the brittle bark on the stump of the old Oak tree, it's just meant to be.
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Yes me friend, me very good friend,
We deh 'pon the street again.
(my good sir, I'm destitute once again, can i request lodging'?)
oooo, ooo, oooooo, ooo
Everything is special like a clear bell on a
chain, that stretches like
Your momentary perceptions of
reality, desperately trying to keep it real
but never finding it,
And fingering it all you want
because the curator
isn't looking,
her eyes are closed
because it WAS the box
Deal.
With it.
Get real.
We deh 'pon the street again.
(my good sir, I'm destitute once again, can i request lodging'?)
oooo, ooo, oooooo, ooo
Everything is special like a clear bell on a
chain, that stretches like
Your momentary perceptions of
reality, desperately trying to keep it real
but never finding it,
And fingering it all you want
because the curator
isn't looking,
her eyes are closed
because it WAS the box
Deal.
With it.
Get real.
"fortune favors the butt pickers"
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Logs pile up
like worthless piles of information
compiling to output a messy rack of indecipherable mayhem
maybe meaning one thing, maybe another
managing nothing, accomplishing less
fools shout, out loud,
the air is ringing with the less
and the least
unconscionable and unforgivable wannane giants
stalk the plains,
yet their heads don't rise above the grass
retard gurus and wise dis-abled's spout their font
in all utter solemnity and speak honest and earnest
laughable jokes with no trace of irony
Lmfao
like worthless piles of information
compiling to output a messy rack of indecipherable mayhem
maybe meaning one thing, maybe another
managing nothing, accomplishing less
fools shout, out loud,
the air is ringing with the less
and the least
unconscionable and unforgivable wannane giants
stalk the plains,
yet their heads don't rise above the grass
retard gurus and wise dis-abled's spout their font
in all utter solemnity and speak honest and earnest
laughable jokes with no trace of irony
Lmfao
"fortune favors the butt pickers"
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Disgusting, disfigured trolls inhabit the mold infested crevice of the pit.
The slithery green and brownish liquid oozes down granite, gravity's due coarse.
And in the corner with the tall cone shaped hat on facing the corner is Smeagol.
He is there as punishment by the mightiest, grandest most powerful Master Frog.
Smeagol is an ugly creature who drinks poison ivy wine, and beer made from fly trap.
Venus has a flavor that cannot be described here as it would generate to much fear.
And the poison ivy wine will make you go blind and in short time you will lose you mind.
But Smeagol was no NooB, he was |337 expert and a liver like made from hardened steel.
So you see Smeagols ' nose was in the air because he didn't care but he was drunk.
And he couldn't see how useless and stupid he had become due to his drink's of choice.
His mind became foggy and unable to function correctly and he committed the greatest offence.
The offence of being a drunk, brain dead, ignorant, psychologically impaired, stinky Troll.
The slithery green and brownish liquid oozes down granite, gravity's due coarse.
And in the corner with the tall cone shaped hat on facing the corner is Smeagol.
He is there as punishment by the mightiest, grandest most powerful Master Frog.
Smeagol is an ugly creature who drinks poison ivy wine, and beer made from fly trap.
Venus has a flavor that cannot be described here as it would generate to much fear.
And the poison ivy wine will make you go blind and in short time you will lose you mind.
But Smeagol was no NooB, he was |337 expert and a liver like made from hardened steel.
So you see Smeagols ' nose was in the air because he didn't care but he was drunk.
And he couldn't see how useless and stupid he had become due to his drink's of choice.
His mind became foggy and unable to function correctly and he committed the greatest offence.
The offence of being a drunk, brain dead, ignorant, psychologically impaired, stinky Troll.
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Time flies as does the foaming froth and powerful flows of the Niagara river,
cascading currents, always changing, symphonic - symbolic, moving on ahead.
Experiencing all that presents itself on the Earth, vast in the display.
Living, learning, growing, healing; learning to love oneself, and others.
The viewpoint of a teenager was crucial then, but not so much now.
Retrospect; it seems so obvious now but it seems too late,
age has crept up on us all like twines and vines on a fence
in the backyards of the peoples we once new, captured in our minds.
They are all mine, my own memories to cherish and play with.
To hold dear, some held fear, kept many near, some never re-appear.
But it's all good you see because it has all helped me to grow in my life.
To actually contribute to the person that I am today. Yes fucking way !
All i can hope is that besides the dope, that others somehow kindly remember me.
Because the times that we had were actually not that bad, kinda blurry and hard to see.
But if this was not the case and i caused you disgrace please fell free to slap my face.
And when that's done I hope that we can move on because it's forgiveness that creates Grace.
cascading currents, always changing, symphonic - symbolic, moving on ahead.
Experiencing all that presents itself on the Earth, vast in the display.
Living, learning, growing, healing; learning to love oneself, and others.
The viewpoint of a teenager was crucial then, but not so much now.
Retrospect; it seems so obvious now but it seems too late,
age has crept up on us all like twines and vines on a fence
in the backyards of the peoples we once new, captured in our minds.
They are all mine, my own memories to cherish and play with.
To hold dear, some held fear, kept many near, some never re-appear.
But it's all good you see because it has all helped me to grow in my life.
To actually contribute to the person that I am today. Yes fucking way !
All i can hope is that besides the dope, that others somehow kindly remember me.
Because the times that we had were actually not that bad, kinda blurry and hard to see.
But if this was not the case and i caused you disgrace please fell free to slap my face.
And when that's done I hope that we can move on because it's forgiveness that creates Grace.
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Memorialized here are chapped lips.
The passage of the shadows as daylight archs over
move along with a beat just like one found in a
rolling stream or a buzzing fly eyeing the garbage
the experience and sound pulses through the moments,
always, and conjoined with music when life finally stopped waiting
to turn it on
Let it up, let it out or L m f a o
lol, lol, lol, lol
-----------------------------
one and a, 1 two 3 four
vibrating, trembling, moving
wiggle,
Happening shit, wsssshhhhhaaaaaaah
Here we are, and there was a
There was a
And
Down down dow da da dow da da dah
The passage of the shadows as daylight archs over
move along with a beat just like one found in a
rolling stream or a buzzing fly eyeing the garbage
the experience and sound pulses through the moments,
always, and conjoined with music when life finally stopped waiting
to turn it on
Let it up, let it out or L m f a o
lol, lol, lol, lol
-----------------------------
one and a, 1 two 3 four
vibrating, trembling, moving
wiggle,
Happening shit, wsssshhhhhaaaaaaah
Here we are, and there was a
There was a
And
Down down dow da da dow da da dah
"fortune favors the butt pickers"
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Solemn we say On this day in 1865
a dreadful tragedy dispatched many a life
'Twas upon the great river Mississippi tha' 'tit ocurred
A great perponderance of explosive pressure was heard
As it released itself from physical bounds
'T turned numerous folks to dog food for the hounds
With a mighty thunderous clap
it demolished both lass and chap
limbs were strewn 'cross the waters blue
and trickling currents turned a crimson hue
"Sultana" was chrisened that unhappy steamer
whose deck hands she reduced to tibia, vertibrae, and femur
Unsightly pulp, and jam like remnants
to the previous human forms did not bare any resemblance
A most horrible tragedy and one for mournful remembrance
'twas this caused by God, or merely an uncarring cicumstance?
Lives and loves were cut unforgivingly short, and I say
It could not be possible for the universe to operate this sort of way
'Tweather the steam tubines were blocked and built up too much pressure
science can only mollify our questions why so many were sent to the thresher
And The President somberly addressed
the nation of woeful and distressed
Who had not but recently witnessed
Blood-shed by certain deadly purpose expressed
'Twas no accident that a hundred times and more
souls were eliminated by the cannon, perforation, and the sword
Yet in the newspapers of today we read a passing blurb
of this gruesome meaningless specitcal of the absurd
Forgotten ghosts and spirits inhabit only this imaginative tangent
that we may contemplate but may only ultimately expand 'n it
a dreadful tragedy dispatched many a life
'Twas upon the great river Mississippi tha' 'tit ocurred
A great perponderance of explosive pressure was heard
As it released itself from physical bounds
'T turned numerous folks to dog food for the hounds
With a mighty thunderous clap
it demolished both lass and chap
limbs were strewn 'cross the waters blue
and trickling currents turned a crimson hue
"Sultana" was chrisened that unhappy steamer
whose deck hands she reduced to tibia, vertibrae, and femur
Unsightly pulp, and jam like remnants
to the previous human forms did not bare any resemblance
A most horrible tragedy and one for mournful remembrance
'twas this caused by God, or merely an uncarring cicumstance?
Lives and loves were cut unforgivingly short, and I say
It could not be possible for the universe to operate this sort of way
'Tweather the steam tubines were blocked and built up too much pressure
science can only mollify our questions why so many were sent to the thresher
And The President somberly addressed
the nation of woeful and distressed
Who had not but recently witnessed
Blood-shed by certain deadly purpose expressed
'Twas no accident that a hundred times and more
souls were eliminated by the cannon, perforation, and the sword
Yet in the newspapers of today we read a passing blurb
of this gruesome meaningless specitcal of the absurd
Forgotten ghosts and spirits inhabit only this imaginative tangent
that we may contemplate but may only ultimately expand 'n it
"fortune favors the butt pickers"
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
why dont learn insects write normly post , or can answer on it?, and some need 5 page space for nothing?
edit: must say i hate in my school time shakespeare totaly, cuz i dont believe this .... ok its 40 years ago
i think the life living is better when life is wroting fuck
edit: must say i hate in my school time shakespeare totaly, cuz i dont believe this .... ok its 40 years ago
i think the life living is better when life is wroting fuck
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
thats real poetry
Proost!!
Proost!!
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
and btw : i dont believe on art, art is a suggestions of our
culture, art is nothing, u can see in all a art, thats stupid, i dont will be make mad some leonardo, michelachelo etc, they was real genial peeps, but the later what all mean is fuck, they do their job, and nothing else and they do it thery good, its same with beethoven, bach , but see the only the science bring us to that was we are, Kopernikus, Kepler, Isaak and Galileo give us the free of damn Reli , i love music totaly, but science is more
culture, art is nothing, u can see in all a art, thats stupid, i dont will be make mad some leonardo, michelachelo etc, they was real genial peeps, but the later what all mean is fuck, they do their job, and nothing else and they do it thery good, its same with beethoven, bach , but see the only the science bring us to that was we are, Kopernikus, Kepler, Isaak and Galileo give us the free of damn Reli , i love music totaly, but science is more
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
It's all poetry ......
Let us burn one from end to end
And pass it over to me my friend
Burn it long we'll burn it slow
To light me up before I go
If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
'Cause I'm gonna burn one down
Yes I'm gonna burn one down
My choice is what I choose to do
And if I'm causing no harm
It shouldn't bother you
Your choice is who you choose to be
And if you're causing no harm
Then you're alright with me
If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
'Cause I'm gonna burn one down
Yes I'm gonna burn one down
Herb the gift from the earth
And what's from the earth
Is of the greatest worth
So before you knock it try it first
Oh, you'll see it's a blessing
And its not a curse
If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
'Cause I'm gonna burn one down
Yes I'm gonna burn one down
BEN HARPER - BURN ONE DOWN LYRICS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZ8Yfr-ncLM
Let us burn one from end to end
And pass it over to me my friend
Burn it long we'll burn it slow
To light me up before I go
If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
'Cause I'm gonna burn one down
Yes I'm gonna burn one down
My choice is what I choose to do
And if I'm causing no harm
It shouldn't bother you
Your choice is who you choose to be
And if you're causing no harm
Then you're alright with me
If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
'Cause I'm gonna burn one down
Yes I'm gonna burn one down
Herb the gift from the earth
And what's from the earth
Is of the greatest worth
So before you knock it try it first
Oh, you'll see it's a blessing
And its not a curse
If you don't like my fire
Then don't come around
'Cause I'm gonna burn one down
Yes I'm gonna burn one down
BEN HARPER - BURN ONE DOWN LYRICS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZ8Yfr-ncLM
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss
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Re: i dont "get" poetry
u thought peoples do poesie on brain , not on videos, :;)), sry my sarcasm
cant watch it at moment, later eis
Prost!!!
cant watch it at moment, later eis
Prost!!!
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