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Post by tolteclogic on Dec 3, 2006 11:41:13 GMT -6
an unfortunate bit of business
you were hidden in obscurity
entrenched in ambiguity
a double entendra double gainer
doubly mordant easy target
an enigma within a dichotomy
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Post by anirbas on Dec 3, 2006 14:25:13 GMT -6
welcome to the shit list...ggglgggl...oh, my stars, TL...I don't think I've seen you write/type an expletive, for as long as I've been reading you... i was all into the deepness of this southern [in]justice thing you were laying tracks on... and it's good stuff, man... but, i hit that last line...and it was like hearing your mother curse for the first time... suddenly, i'm sitting here, cracking up spontaneously, giggling in the flight chair and mini-me is asking me, what's so funny from the other side of the livingroom... great read and a great giggle. thanks. got more? Nir.  |
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Post by anirbas on Dec 3, 2006 14:28:34 GMT -6
what happened to that poem? i just read it...did you take it off, TL? and why? it was great! i came back to re-read it after i quit giggling and it was gone...  ?? |
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Post by tolteclogic on Dec 3, 2006 15:55:44 GMT -6
well i felt it needed more work
didn't see any replies and
it is a bit of history that
runs deep against the grain
But so glade you liked it
shock and all - will re-post
subsequently - this rabbit hole
runs contrary to conventional
superficail thinking in appearance
Epitaph
And any last brave words
In the face of death
It is a good day to die
We have the capacity not
To think about
Those things we find
Fearful like our
Own Mortality
Let alone that of others
Stand up be counted
There is no dress rehearsal
Live fully in the moment
Future and past have no presence
Outside
Stepping outside the picture
Running with the peaceful wild
Nature
The beauty of no structure
Is itself a way of knowing
Knowing that is not structured
As we know it
As we are in our conditioned Lives
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Post by tolteclogic on Dec 3, 2006 16:34:15 GMT -6
what happens when you are convicted,
in small town obscurity, for a
terrible crime you did not commit?
to protect the innocent....
you get an education in swift
and perpetual injustice
that carries on
behind closed doors
the way things are done
southern justice
at its best
in recognition of
all those who have
the esteemed honor
of hitting high marks
on the list of these
things to be done
shit happens
you get use to it
no amount of vindication
will change the fact
perpetuate nefarious
iniquities fallacious
transgressions
unture
beneath this lie
the die is caste
the deception is set
for the common good
guilt or innocence
is of no consequence
only the appearance
of guilt is sufficient
for the innocent
to be tortured
for our freedoms
gestapo tactics
for the greater good
reputations are set to
ridicule and derision
put to ruin and torched
- just the way things work
the end justifies the means
shaken from the appearance
of normalcy a lesson
in false opinions
taken as fact
bogus ersatz
justice
reprehend
condemn blame
and censure...
the reprobate
must pay
small town cops
with nothing
better to do
twisted justice
those on the
top
shit list
have it coming
manufactured
fabricated
wicked justice
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Post by soulfir3 on Dec 3, 2006 18:12:45 GMT -6
fantastic work, run against the grain or not you deliver a clear and strong message too your readers.. most enjoyable. thank you for sharing !
sorry it's taken me a while to respond. I had all my work deleted from my computer.. after someone, trying to do themselves a favour , started clearing out files too fit a game on the damn thing - even after specific instructions that there was simply no room for anything more than what was on here to start with.. so I've been busily trying to replace and restore the works I've lost.. a futile attempt, due to it being 8 years worth of work ( not all of it backed up with ink and paper ).
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Post by netfolk on Dec 3, 2006 20:12:38 GMT -6
great read, smalltown cops and politics, I am sure you could fill pages with this topic ... poetry is a blessing really ... great pen and great vent.
peace as always,
Bernie
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Post by anirbas on Dec 3, 2006 20:47:09 GMT -6
Good to know, it was really you that "disappeared" the poem I was ranting and raving about...I was half afraid I'd hit something accidently and done it myself...LOL...
So, good to know, it wasn't me...But, hey...did you keep a copy of the original shorter version?
It was a hard, quick draw that I totally got in it's shorter version...I thought it was stellar...
Like the longer version, too...It elaborates more...But, the short version was what wallslammed me...Maybe you could modify it into the first post, so it could be read as you originally wrote it? And I won't look like I've lost my mind in the second post...LOL...
Reading it, reminded me of the past four years of my own life, indirectly dealing with smalltown, wannabe politicians; good old boy county DA's; and born again fanatics...
Beings I would never have had to deal with if not for my son...Ah, well...That's another thread...Good kids that go way bad after puberty hits and they enter high school...
Anyways, digressing when all I meant to say is...
Got more? Nir.
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Post by tolteclogic on Dec 4, 2006 10:40:07 GMT -6
Thanks Bernie, Soulfire and Nir,
although there remain many discarded
bits and pieces the orginal no longer
exist somehow did not seem clear
enough to print... didn't think to
save it... some of it thrown out
completely not sure if i could
recall it exactly
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Post by anirbas on Dec 4, 2006 13:57:38 GMT -6
well, damn it...it was good like it was...i know, because i saw it... i like short, sweet hard punches of words... that get in and kick ass quickly and leave one gasping for breath... really enjoying reading alot of what you've written here...glad you joined us... and so, having said that...GOT MORE? ? Nir. |
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