Sunday, May 10, 2009

Im pretty exited about it. (Poem)

Tongue twisting revelations leave you breathless,
Having it happen to hardened hearts,
Frisky impulses leave you reckless.
Crafted from the scattered parts.
Blowing winds turn to block the path,
Like smashed beliefs in the wind ,
Detoured senses tumble the wrath.
Like beginning at the very end.
Flowing from the pen of fuel,
Glowing like the dirty deeds,
Bless the blood so gripped in cruel.
Help us forget about our selfish needs.

4 comments:

  1. needs are not selfish,
    desires are.
    Breathless... you leave me,
    your flesh
    i adore.
    blade of grass in the wind
    which way it goes
    **u inspire me-NN

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  2. Needs are selfish when your brain washed to believe

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  3. needs are fundamental, parallel to survival.
    brain power is unrivaled- if thought to believe certain (even if unorthodox) needs are vital, then they become.

    One must control worldly desires- altho fulfilling (...) is imperative to happiness
    NN

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  4. i will dissect this one with you in the morning a simple explanation of it steaming from views on society will not suffice, where the metaphors have been placed and the word play makes me see more than what the point of the poem was intended on being

    both of you are wrong in the comments about "need".. that is simply a state of mind, one will trick themselves and create a false ideology upon an object they adore in order to fill voids .. we have basic things we need for survival i.e. shelter, food, human interaction any thing past that is being weak minded unless you become strong enough to admit its a "want" ..

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