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F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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- t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e -
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simple diversity will do amazing things. reading five
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different poems, in five styles, by five different
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people will make you challenge what defines poetry.
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does it have any bounds? Or maybe we should ask, do
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we want it to have any bounds?
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VENOM
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Empty like a cloudless sky
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Darker then a starless night
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Forgotten like old memories
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Yet still glittering, slithering
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a diamond serpent
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Enchanting with her beauty
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look
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but do not dare
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to touch
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the coldness in her
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emerald stare
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She slides in delivering a kiss
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her taste more potent then the sweetest sin
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wrapped up in her essence
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overpowered by her presence
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She lets lose her bite
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releasing your desire
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igniting your fire
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she remains unmoved
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a mass of burning ice
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stinging cold
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against your skin
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feeling the droplets
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roll right in
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grasping in the darkness
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searching for an empty place
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you hear her voice ringing in your ear
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Venom she whispered as she wiped away
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a tear.
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Bluerose
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RESOLVE: HOW TO ACCENTUATE TRUTH
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fleshing and exposed, i am not a television advertisement;
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another commodity to have people believe in -
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selling me for half of what I could probably be worth.
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inner groove and mixed, I am not a stereo-enhanced radio song;
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(please, no videos or extravagant media ploys for me)
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another record producer to promote my image -
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whatever the latest craze dictates.
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reissued, reboxed, revised, remixed and rerun -
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I am not a re-occurring fad for some fashion trend;
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style has gone out-of-style for my dollar's worth.
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preaching and divine, I am not a religious conscious;
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always confusing proverbs with adverbs and adjectives -
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hoping one day people will not need God to save them.
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designed and delivered, I am not your morning newspaper;
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but when you dissect this commonwealth, words tends to digest -
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sad to think that common sense is running a fever
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and wants to allow stupidity to decide my standard of freedom.
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Indiana Poet Jan. 1, 1998
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Fire Within
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- to the trees
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Looking up, and seeing your beauty,
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I wish to embrace you,
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though know I shall not.
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Disturbing your last days of peace,
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is not what I wish to do,
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though how I wish things would be different.
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- realization
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Watching, what I see in the future,
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ignites a fire deep within me,
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of hatred, and understanding
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of a new kind of life.
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Now fully realizing what it once was,
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that I had turned on,
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I really wonder if I would be better off...
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- to grandpa
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Grandpa, why can they not, just go some other way?
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Why must people insist on the easiest method?
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Don't they see the beauty you showed me?
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A Fire Within me burns,
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of the ones that had been taken before,
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the ones that will be taken today,
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and the ones that will go tomorrow.
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- my feeling
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Wishing a Fireball, to attack and change,
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can you honestly not retreat and think?
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A fire within me,
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I do not wish to see thee die.
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Please help them and I,
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to see eye to eye.
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- Kamira
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when i'm god
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i went to god... just to see.
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i found out it was always me.
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found out heaven and hell were lies.
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when i'm god... tha mystery dies.
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to many times they tried to blind my sightful eyes.
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its no surprise... seeing how the enterprise...
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lies... in my...eyes.
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hows and whys?
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falls and flies... down and rise.
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check tha time... its a quarter past nine...
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i've got five...until i die.
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i shut my eyez tight... fall asleep and awake a new life.
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they force fed me... hard they tried...
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but i found no truth in those lies... i'm too wise.
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u cant serve a dream... a dream serves u...
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unless u'r dream is true... and here are a couple clues....
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if u cant see it
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- u cant touch it
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- if u cant touch it
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- dont trust it
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- if u dont trust it
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- get disgusted and say F.U.C.K. it!!
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sadia
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The Side Show Freak
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I. A prodigious wonder, sir!
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A marvelous contrivance, madam!
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Born of pumice and slate,
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Transformed by Ovid
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And foretold by Cassandra,
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See me and tremble!
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II. A bittersweet melody,
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But - who knew!?!
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Mozart knew. . .
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And died. . .
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The peaks and depths
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And quite plains,
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Unmolested and untold;
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Counterpoint and divinity;
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Swell and sink and a hint
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Of knowledge unforeseen,
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Yet fiercely guarded!
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See me and quake!
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III. One in a millennium,
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But one of a millennium.
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To be envied?
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To be emulated?
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See me and shake!
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IV. The end of this tunnel
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Lies in dust
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Where for a thousand years. . .
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An alabaster face stalks
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The sepulcher of life.
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And brute Achilles, traitor!
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Accident of bee's diligence,
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And farther from life
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Than even death. . .
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But the dust. . . The dust,
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Akin to none, knows.
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Kalypso still weeps,
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But none hear.
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Not even me.
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For I, encased in stone,
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Hear only my own screams.
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See me and shake your head.
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Screamin'Lord Byron
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White Anger
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You are the winter of my life.
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Cold and grey you make me seek warmth.
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No hope of compassion or caring.
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Silently you tear my hear out.
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The hope of spring rain gone.
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Summer heat a long lost fantasy...
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Fall, a teaser to the pain you sing.
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My physical reaction to your material being
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it's a parallel to the hell you bring.
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Please.. let me flee...
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(c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author.
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997
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