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Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

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Thursday, April 5, 2007

The Sun

A luminous beacon of hope for the meek,
The light end of the tunnel, sinners seek,
The world’s clock strikes noon, burning shirtless backs,
Of unfortunate slaves carrying baskets and sacks.

War-hungry leaders seeking darkness, not light,
The world’s everlasting flame, forever burning bright,
Farmers cry out and pray for plentiful crops,
A loud silence of many, the world’s clock stops.

Amidst chaos and destruction, the beacon is lost,
The end of the Olympics, the world’s discus tossed,
Darkness falls upon the arrogant world below,
In revenge, the beacon, extinct, drops its halo.

The world stops turning, as the beacon expires,
Gloom falls upon bustling cities and great empires,
Silence and blindness, not a cry nor a tear,
Sooner than you think, Judgment Day draws near.

Copyright © 2007

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Okay, the context of this poem is great and the rhyme is good but would work better if you had a set rhythm. My challenge to you is to try and re-write this poem with just ten syllables in each line so that it has an iambic beat. That would be a lot more effective. Good luck should you choose to accept...