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Posted on 2008.04.15 at 11:35
Current Location: 75409
Current Music: Broughton - The Blue and the Gray
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Standing in the rain
Dark, and wet
Grimace on his face
Jaw set

Trick of light
Or absence thereof
Water filled sky
Depth from above

Equatorial rotation
Standing upside down
Orientation opposite
Wearing now a frown

Gravity's polar
Flings him into space
He never rooted
To just one place

Always on the move
Moving even now
Running from himself
Running from the crowd

Those who planted
Firmly set
Family; job
All needs met

He was a fighter
Desperate and alone
Fisticuffs
Without a home

Eschewing growth
Alone to smoke
Being mocked
Living a joke

Self-imposed exile
Purchased only pain
Too dumb to know it
Too stupid to explain

A life of mediocrity
Sews nothing at all
Reaps only frustration
Every single Fall

Flung into space
Only moments remain
Peace never came
Peace never came

Comments:


galinda822 at 2008-04-15 18:16 (UTC) (Link)
Hmmm! This one might take a couple read throughs. I'll comment further tonight. :)
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-15 18:18 (UTC) (Link)
As you wish.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2008-04-15 18:25 (UTC) (Link)
I appreciate the sentiment but am not moved to action.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-15 18:28 (UTC) (Link)
I'm trying to decide if its egotistical of you, or typical of you, to think that a poem entitled, "Fail" is about you.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2008-04-15 19:03 (UTC) (Link)
Now that's funny!
Joshua Gizelt
swashbuckler332 at 2008-04-15 19:04 (UTC) (Link)
It's paranoia.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-15 19:19 (UTC) (Link)
Wouldn't paranoia suggest some sort of action to eclipse the pending doom? Yet he's told us himself he's not 'moved to action.'

I'd call it aggressive lethargy. But seriously - how 'aggressive' can you be about being lethargic before you defeat the very purpose?

[He's a Nihilist] "Must be exhausting."
Joshua Gizelt
swashbuckler332 at 2008-04-16 10:39 (UTC) (Link)

I bet you think this song is about you, don't you?

Paranoia is a disturbed thought process characterized by excessive anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion. Paranoid thinking typically includes persecutory beliefs concerning a perceived threat.

Sounds like your boy. Afraid of leaving his little comfort zone, unable to connect with the world at large...

Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.

Edited at 2008-04-16 10:39 am (UTC)
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-16 13:03 (UTC) (Link)

Re: I bet you think this song is about you, don't you?

You know Dude, I myself dabbled with pacifism at one point. Not in Nam, of course...
catttitude
catttitude at 2008-04-15 19:07 (UTC) (Link)
(standing in the rain reminds me:

Please water the yard tonight and remember to bring in the Pug when you do. Thank you.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-15 19:10 (UTC) (Link)
My poetry has been relegated to this?

*sigh*
catttitude
catttitude at 2008-04-15 19:13 (UTC) (Link)
I love you anyway.
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2008-04-16 03:26 (UTC) (Link)
Don't forget to put the trash out honey!!!
catttitude
catttitude at 2008-04-16 14:04 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, I do and will continue to do just that.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2008-04-15 19:36 (UTC) (Link)
He was a fighter
Desperate and alone
Fisticuffs
Without a home




In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving! I am leaving!"
But the fighter still remains.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-15 22:16 (UTC) (Link)
Still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2008-04-15 22:18 (UTC) (Link)
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying...

I have become comofortably numb.
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2008-04-16 03:29 (UTC) (Link)
He doesn't get it you know.

I know I'm a monster.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-16 12:55 (UTC) (Link)
We're all just floating...
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2008-04-16 03:28 (UTC) (Link)
Interesting, it requires deeper thought.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-16 12:52 (UTC) (Link)
I get that a lot, usually with no follow-up.
Melancthe the Woe, So-Called
melancthe at 2008-04-16 05:59 (UTC) (Link)
You, sir, win teh internets. Where would you like your shiny new internets delivered?
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-16 13:12 (UTC) (Link)
My poem's meteoric
It's merely historic
A whirlwind, a cyclone on wheels!
It rocks my whole solar plexus
It’s bigger ‘n’ Texas
I just can’t tell you how it feels...


Thanks!
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2008-04-18 04:47 (UTC) (Link)
This poem is very deep and serious. It makes one think and requires self examination and introspection.

Always on the move
Moving even now
Running from himself
Running from the crowd

This is my favorite refrain.

Edited at 2008-04-18 05:22 am (UTC)
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-04-18 13:29 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks dude. These things usually take a chunk out of me. Some moreso than others. They can be very emotionally draining.
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