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ALEXE
01-08-2008, 12:28 PM
Stop reading! Words shall still cascade
Regardless of the drought inlayed
Whether of interest or mood,
Whether no Muse to be construed,
Amused or not at all, defused,
Pardonably by this drought bruised,
Thou shan’t break rhythm or its sync
Of contact ‘twixt paper and ink.
Cease lecture of this word prompter!
Its continuance shan’t alter.
Evidently Nature’s ways show
All acts subdue to ebb and flow
But nothing can trammel Moon’s course,
Nor that of its outlets of force:
Those lycan beasts and nightly nymphs
Or damaged scribes of horror hymns,
Those fireflies, the dead revived,
The shadow’s imps or ocean tide,
And all the more they are, they are
As offspring of the globe on tar,
And tar enclosed around as shroud
T’ Arabian maiden’s eyes, proud
In sight fixation, casting light
Upon terrenes in midst of night,
Moon shall seduce those of weak heart
And those who darkness fiercely scarred.
As long as she’ll orbit around
To endless writings I am bound.
Deprive me of the gasping sky
Yet pen’s strokes shall not mollify.
Ban pen and papers from my presence,
I’ll recite sentence by sentence,
While thought’s freedom’s untouchable,
Unflinching, non-suspendible,
Attack its sources and rebate!
No poet shall capitulate…






© Copyright, ALEXE, All copyrights remain with the author.
Finished on Saturday, December 29, 2007

Hostile
01-08-2008, 06:38 PM
Stop reading! Words shall still cascade
Regardless of the drought inlayed
Whether of interest or mood,
Whether no Muse to be construed,
Amused or not at all, defused,
Pardonably by this drought bruised,
Thou shan’t break rhythm or its sync
Of contact ‘twixt paper and ink.
Cease lecture of this word prompter!
Its continuance shan’t alter.
Evidently Nature’s ways show
All acts subdue to ebb and flow
But nothing can trammel Moon’s course,
Nor that of its outlets of force:
Those lycan beasts and nightly nymphs
Or damaged scribes of horror hymns,
Those fireflies, the dead revived,
The shadow’s imps or ocean tide,
And all the more they are, they are
As offspring of the globe on tar,
And tar enclosed around as shroud
T’ Arabian maiden’s eyes, proud
In sight fixation, casting light
Upon terrenes in midst of night,
Moon shall seduce those of weak heart
And those who darkness fiercely scarred.
As long as she’ll orbit around
To endless writings I am bound.
Deprive me of the gasping sky
Yet pen’s strokes shall not mollify.
Ban pen and papers from my presence,
I’ll recite sentence by sentence,
While thought’s freedom’s untouchable,
Unflinching, non-suspendible,
Attack its sources and rebate!
No poet shall capitulate…






© Copyright, ALEXE, All copyrights remain with the author.
Finished on Saturday, December 29, 2007

Maybe I am stupid. I have no idea what the subject is. My msn is Hostile_and_starz@hotmail.com. Get at me. I even studied this one. I re read and have no idea what is going on.

tjjohnson
01-09-2008, 01:29 AM
I don't get the subject either.

ALEXE
01-09-2008, 04:57 AM
:lol: haha... awww :(
alright, well it's about the power of writing, or that of the writer
nothing can stop a true lyricist (or poet in this case).
of course, now everybody and everything have rises and falls, good days and bad days, but a true writer shall never fall idle to its passions.

ALEXE
01-09-2008, 05:00 AM
damn smilies... anyway, I wanted to add that you don't have to quote the poem if you ain't gonna break it down, it just takes up space and mirrors an already posted text
[[and how do I edit my frickin post anyway?]] - nevermind, the button didn't load right
props
holla

Flash
01-10-2008, 09:58 AM
nice to see u back alexe
good poem i realy liked it i cant give u more feedback hehe cuz i dont know how to give to poems...
keep it up
One love

Ether
01-14-2008, 08:36 PM
see thinkin i'm a poet
not really sure if i know it
most of my line composed of
love pain and sorrow
praying 2 god for a better 2 morrow
askin him how far will i go
he tellin me that only i know
see her being her and me being me
really wish that equation equalled
we
see i understand that being a man
requires a plan to provide have pride
and when it come to family you williing 2 ride
see this comes out the mouth of a past gangster
who had dreams that would seem to shine and gleam
hopes that could fill a room
but somehow deciet gloom and doom
filled his heart killed his art
and now this girl is his muse
wat path should he choose
he understand that her he cant loose
but he gotta go pay his due's
his future is waiting he holding on
so strong feeling like he been holding on
for so long
arms ache
head hurt
heart kills
facing untimely parrell
askin himself
y did he get hit wit that arrow
he used 2 be kind wit a mind that the gods couldn't delve in without being astonished
honest
this my promise to the one i love
the one i bug
the one I hurt
i'm srry for every sin i every made
but babe u dont get u got my heart in shackles i'm your slave
i'd fight and die for you
and u want this dude thats just gonna ignore u
but i understand and respect
powell u cut me deep
i aint got nottin left

Jalen reed Age 14