POETRY (FOLK WRITINGS OF A MADMAN)
poetrY, that was probably a bad term most would call it that but in reality what i’m putting out there would be better described as folkwritings. whilE my writings may consist of some elements academia would consider traditional poetry, {http://www.poetry.org/whatis.htm} rhyme, rhythm, meter, and the like are not considered to be prominent to me. I speak of my thoughts across a wider range of expressions. I can’t remember who said it or where i first heard it, but when asked what folk music was they said something like..its music by folks ..for folks... stylE, structure, humbug i write what i like what i feel not for appeal. jusT words on a page, or a bunch of 0s and 1s in a plastic box. dO i hope other people like it , well thats hard to say. aT least if they dont like it i hope they hate it. oR maybe feel somethin’ more than just the emotions we have been conditioned to adhere to. perhapS if i’m good at it it will be as good as the words on a cereal box..diG it!
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whO am i (thinking of J. Christy Wilson)
whO am i
onlY me
eartH, dirt, inanimate
deaD, yet
divinE breath
bringS life
thE creature
recreated by HIS WORD
witH no i will
alL creatures gasping for breath
thaT unknown property
onlY found in EDEN
iN that one tree
whO am i
noT I AM
whO are you
whaT will you be?
oR not be?
folloW not me, but HE
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CHANGE YOU SAY YOU SAY CHANGE
yoU say ewe love your country
yoU love enough to kill or dye for
yoU love her sew much
yoU hate to sea her change
yoU say you love your SAVIOR
yoU love enough to give all you have for
yoU love him soo much
yoU hate to see him change (you)
yoU (like i) cross the street
yoU (like i) avoid the heat
yoU (like i) sing a little louder
yoU (like i) give a little prouder
wE argue for our position
wE need the recognition
HE LOVED ENOUGH TO DIE FOR YOU
HE LOVED ENOUGH TO DIE
HE LOVED ENOUGH TO
HE LOVED ENOUGH
HE LOVED
HE
HE IS
HE IS LOVE
buT we like ewe have gone astray
faR away
foR guns, and flags, and parcels of dirt
thiS is the church
thiS is the steeple
looK inside at all the sheeple
tetelestaI
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thiS day
I'VE GOT A SISTER
(lessonS in love)
i'vE got a sister
whosE love's worth more than
an acre of diamonds
thaN all the corn
in kansas
whosE love is
greateR than all the water in the sea
anD we most always disagree
iN fact she is 3
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today IS the day
runninG in this thing
wE call the human race
slowlY falling back
ofF the techno pace
nO need to worry bout me though
i'M got my faith planted in GRACE
morE than enough
transportS me into first place
comfortablY dumb
wasteD spaces in my brain
empty places begin the refrain
likE the pinball caught between
thosE two bumpers
A little smack
oR a loving crack
moveS it of it's useless track
buT the pointless loss
seemS quite a bit mean
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carboMnoxide
thE sky is falling it may be true
alL the ball has gone white from blue
bariuM, stronium, aluminum goo
ouR atmosphere is sinking
what'S a bird like you to do
froM the PTA to the PTB
thE blame goes out to U and me
forgeT about rhythm
awaY with rhyme
sounD the alarm
clucK, cluck
goodbyE
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rutH
hannaH
shE is the same anyway you look
countrY girl by the book
saveD
sweeT
smarT
alL a father could look
foR ,a picture of her mother,
frienD to sinners\a picture of her
savioR
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THE LAST LINE
structurE deems itself
not what it seems
persistanT peasant
hardworking migrant
takE that of which
glutinous contemptuous pretentious
selF righteous
itheists leave on his$her$our
papeR lined
shelf
oF course it is so
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