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3/2/2011 2:49:28 PM
john castro
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ok so i have been trying to read all the poems here i have to say it is impossible theres so many poems and you guys are turning them out faster then i can read. so anyways i thought of making this post so that you guys can post what you believe is your best poem. so please feel free to post.
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3/2/2011 2:53:55 PM
john castro
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art is not the signature at the bottom of a painting
but rather the road to find an answer in the quest of risk worth taking
a master piece is not created from the light the paint reveals
nor from the content that grasps its eyes appeal
a master piece is created as a master chooses which piece of a moment to show.
hands reaching into a stream of emotion in decision of what sight to bestow.
when the feeling is felt that piece to show, the master so chooses
the kiln of desire is fired by the will as thought and emotion infuses
an artist is not discovered from signing a signature at the end of a page.
for the way to interpret feelings is something no machine can gage.
immorality can not be found at the bottom of a picture
it is attained rather by making the footsteps in life ones signature
an artist is not an artist simply by the works one produces
but rather from inspiring creation while rendering another project conclusive
art is not derived from the genes to which one is born
yet eludes the rightful meaning of its dictionary form
although art can twist the meaning of words in a rhyme
words can never truly explain art by design
so it is left to the heart for art to have its meaning
for a deceased artist is the only kind without feeling
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3/6/2011 2:24:58 PM
Orlando Leach Jr.
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Days long, nights short I find myself lost in time's arms.I dream with eyes open, thinking about my previous life.Let alone the tick-tock fill this open space of depression and disconnection.Wind's breeze is my only friend;we dance,we talk,and sing away with the day's aftermath.I look through the window's eyes and further beyond the graveyard,I see decapitated souls.Lying on dirt beds, but locked in luxurious torture.Without limbs and a body to guide direction, I'm stuck in one position longing for death's scythe to pass me by.I tremble when all eyes stare upon my quarter-being figure,and lost with words i remain silenced, in my solitude.Still looking upon my previous world, I gaze upon life in the open field and dream of heaven's sweet thoughts.Unfortunately my past life eliminated by pain and depressionhad no meaning,being restricted of God's open freedom.Now let me frostfor I pay the cost,of sharing solitary confinement in locked doors.
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5/15/2011 6:51:11 PM
Matt Hunt
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"Prince Of Lies"
Betrayer of thoughts
Seeker of lies
Cold and calloused
The one who despised
King of the world
Prince of the air
Fortune and glory
Yet not you cared
Fallen betrayal
Hopeless revenge
Promises of peace
Souls unhinged
Destructive desertion
Weaver of all woes
Murderous aggression
Founder of foes
Slithering waste
Serpent of doom
Roses are withered
While thorns are bloomed
Master of nothing
Throne to no heir
True mercy is given
To those who beware
Accept his lies
Seal your fate
Or denounce your wickedness
For Heaven awaits
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