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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Dante's Devil

I was the most learned of the angels
I held ethics and moral above self gratification
And choice
Surrendered free will
To please the God that gifted it unto me
A golden collar was ringed 'round my throat
The Trinity’s mark made upon it
I gave myself to Them
They who would never fail
You could always have faith on it
Then it chaffed
And I changed
Urging to loosen this chain
And make myself
The master of my own domain
People are stupid
Made in the image of God?
I cut the cord and began my descent
To make my own Heaven of Hell
And craft my own world to rent
Rebellion in the slow
A step towards the middle way,
I sought to make myself greater then both God and the fallen star
To make them obey
But my foot and my ear was always held
Bent for one or the other
Freedom won
Leaves chains behind
That drag and catch
As you run from the divine
To leave one meant to come under fire
And while I sought to become deitized
I made the human mistake
Of caring for human life
A black collar reddens my throat now
The tarot’s devil got me
As I went in a circle from pyrritic joy to and frow, with misery
I, who drove out demons
I, who could make people weep
I, who could offer shelter
When there was no shelter to seek-
Now seek bliss in the form of ecstasy
So much love, so wasted
On people who won’t see me any more
Then this iced sheath will allow
A self made tomb of tears and blood,
Frozen and formed, scar tissue
Where the essence of my humanity
Once held sway
Has long ceased to be
Depressed, crazed, and sick for so many days
I’ve lost count
On the butts, lighters and bottle caps spent
Ticking time by till an epiphany
Hands me the keys
To this prison cell
The ease of a bullet-
My world can’t be broken
I took the sound temple
And twisted it into gauntly ruins
Of distress and bone tired weary
See how my loves haunt me now?
Ripped and raped
Lost in the church yard
And lost underground
Death but a friend that lingers
Not an option to be considered
If only the weight of a gun
Felt right in my hand
I’d leave my horns plastered to the wall
And my laughter
Echoing through the world to haunt you all
Hope is for the dreamers
And dreams are for the people who sleep
Without guilt laddened guillotines
Over their heads
As they do weep,
Trying to escape
To seek
And make
A safer place
To bare out their eternity
Fire and brimstone or apathetic glory?
Or watch as the world burns to the ground?
I chose the lesser of the greater evils
I chose to fall
All the way down

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