Pitt Third- An Original Poem by Steve Skafte
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I didn't write this. But I wish I had. BERSERKERpoetry asked me to do this for him. I was pleased to acquiesce to his request. If you haven't subscribed to him yet, I dunno what is wrong with you: http://www.youtube.com/user/BERSERKERpoetry [Pitt Third] Someone Abandoned Their child In a manger Out on the corner of Pitt Third Where prescription drugs Sell for thousands more Than frankincense And myrrh There's a whore On the corner Screaming Something At the johns Saying, "when it's not enough To pull past your facade..." Tell me, How do you speak to God? How do you speak to God? Tell me, How do you speak to God? Steve Skafte © 2009 (Berserker)
Poetry Is The End ...
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from the book http://www.lulu.com/content/5453306 poetry encompasses a world of many things, this is some of the things i know it to be in my world. poetry art music dramatic drama tv mtv bet determination motivational speech advertising commercials performing arts short film tv inspirational koryargonic kory beach original poem poet poetry poems poets spoken word Inspire Postive Living Purpose driven life hope love Leadership Life Motivational Inspirational
Alone on New Year's Eve- An Original Poem
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My New Years Eve blues. The nail alone means nothing. Think of it as something other than what it truly is. For once, I don't have any bullshit to throw at you. I know what I am talking about. The question is, today, not whether I know what it is that I am talking about, but whether what I am talking about is worth saying in the first place. Alone on New Years Eve It didnt snow on Christmas And God is trying so hard today But all he can conjure Is another gust Another bitter broken heart I feel no guilt In leaving behind The rusty nail- That was never used when There was time- Upon the ground In the garage Alone, tonight On New Years Eve While I dance with serpents With spitting fangs and tongues In the warmth of a chandelier-lit Tomb It is cold I know But walls provide protection From the wind And not-quite-frozen Drops of rain I tried my best I tried to hide away the pain And at one time or another I even considered staying behind To give it one last shot And try to nail that broken Forgotten thing Into a wall With which to hang upon it My medal of honor For the war I forgot to attend But in hiding the pain I found that, in fact There was never any pain at all All it is and ever will be Is just another nail It has no kin That can recall its name No legacy For which to hope It has never been the nail That hung a question mark To a cross Nor the nail that popped a tire On its way to home And never made it there Nails are things That hold up the homes Of garden gnomes And murderous kings And a nail dies When it breaks When it crumbles When the iron Forged in Santas Gradually melting workshop Is reduced to nothing more Than Martian dirt And the dried up shit Of war So I feel no guilt In leaving that rusty, unused nail Alone, tonight On New Years Eve In a cold garage In fact- I dare not even touch it It isnt anything strange I just havent had My dose of drunken nostalgia yet No, I feel no guilt On New Years Eve For tomorrow is a new year A shining year The beginning of a new eon Where we no longer have to fear The aliens coming to attack us But just in case On New Years Day, Im getting shots For Tetanus
Operibus Anteire [original poem]
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Latin title, basically means "speaking with actions instead of words." Kory http://www.youtube.com/user/koryargonic Elly http://www.youtube.com/user/ellyunfortunetly Janeczka http://www.youtube.com/user/janeczka [ Operibus Anteire ] We hold up as saints and martyrs Those who never said a word in their own defense Because there's a thousand things That can keep you from speaking But no one can ever put an end to your silence Steve Skafte © 2008 (Berserker)
Eyes that Wander Separately- An Original Poem
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Eyes that Wander Separately I know how to break me. Do you want to know how? Ill teach you, my friend, As long as you promise to forget After I have finished explaining. But if you dont want To hear it from me, You can always ask my barber. He figured it out when he was Cutting my tangled, greasy hair. But I didnt care And I dont believe I ever will, Because I trust him with a knife.
Stories of my Success- An Original Poem
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In response to Elly's poem. Elly, you really are awesome. you're the kind of role model my parents would never approve of... : ) [Stories of my Success] She said she did not love him Because his love belonged To a dream Every man And every woman Is in love with a dream Monogamously And there are not that many Dreams floating around Nowadays Which is strange Because I too Am a dream I am now What I dreamt of being Long ago In a nightmare And yet I have not found love
His Useless Genius- An Original Poem
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His Useless Genius My handwriting is too neat I thought, perhaps The poet might fix that But he was a lousy mentor He sat in the rocking chair And ate pasta As he made me run another lap Around the point of a pen And my desire to be bereft Of consistency Like him Was killed Because every day It was macaroni
No Deer on this Road Tonight- An Original Poem
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Worry not, this is mature use of blunt reference to death. I am not doing this because I am childish and I think I will get more attention by talking about death. Sometimes the game gets serious. It is at these times that I know exactly what I am doing. No Deer on this Road Tonight Deer's gonna die. I know it, I know it with all my soul. Baby deer. Somewhere along this dark And deadly road, Deer's gonna die. Dear child of mine, I loved you so, But deer's gonna die. Baby deer's gonna jump- Jump right before this car And baby in the back seat- Baby's gonna die. Baby that knows words Like bitch and shit Baby's gonna die. And its all because of me, 'Cause I never stopped When I knew, I knew That the deer was gonna die. It's this ignorance of mine. I can't yet even drive, But I'm not a baby. I used to complain To the buck who raised me. That he didn't know shit About babies that die. And now neither do I. And now baby deer's gonna die. Baby's gonna die. Baby that never learned how to lie, But he knew what a lie was, And he'd try. I never knew that babies tried, I never knew they knew the words Like bitch and shit and die Because die is just as bad For a child, And the buck never knew that He thought it was good. And I forgot. So baby's gonna die, Dear baby deer is gonna die, And I'll cry. Because I used to complain To a buck that didnt know. And now driving to hell- I know that I know That baby deer is gonna die. And who knew but I, A fool in a buckskin coat, That baby too was gonna die? Perhaps the deer. But wouldn't he move Out of the way? Or would baby deer know More than I About suicide? Buck never knew About baby deer that tried To kill themselves- And neither did I... Ignorance of, Ignorance in, I never knew the difference. But that's a lie. So I keep on driving, Keep moving on. 'Cause baby deer is gonna die, And if I ever try to move away, I know That so will I.
Pianissimo- An Original Poem, And 5 Facts
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Fact #5: I am not as boring in person. Sorry if I put you to sleep. Anyways, I hope you like the poem. You should definitely subscribe to this person. Her username is IAmTheBookie. She is witty, funny, and very insightful. And more interesting than me. Her link: http://www.youtube.com/user/IAmTheBookie Pianissimo When the conversations in my head Become louder than the music When too many voices Corner my soul And make it want to fire A gemstone of lead Into my left ear And out the right Just like the music And the sights and sounds Of a life that I must enjoy By law Flow in and out At any cost Pushing brains out of the way To get where they must I am lost Lost in my thoughts Not in a desert But in the sewers Where the hoboes dwell And make me one of them Here- lost but at home I have been And though at first it was bitter I have come to enjoy The labyrinths of this underworld I am not king here There is another freak that is more Powerful than me And yet he is weak He lectures me every day About the music And I listen to him Sitting in these catacombs of piss And so one day I will kill him Or else I shall be remiss Of the duties given me by God It is only natural But for now I will not hear the music The lead knows When it isn't despair O amorous lead! It goes To the ends of the earth with me For it's all in my head And for now- I'm good as dead -Kory Beach 4 December 2008
5 Things Thanks to Jordan
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I was tagged and now TutorialU and koryargonic are also tagged! I love the youtube community. Youtube.com/jordaninthisworld
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