poetry

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Often I will ask myself the purpose for why the human race feels the necessity to express itself by means of the written word. When one stops to think about it, it's an almost exclusively selfish response to the outside forces that drive our everyday lives
and quotidian reactions.
I suppose there is no real reason for why the soul feels expunged when it decries the injustices of the world in rhyming couplets or sonnets..for all the advances of science and extraneous thought, human beings have failed as of yet to discover the true meaning of the creative impulse.

[Poetry]

i've often said that, while i write music for myself, i write poetry for others. when i write, i cannot help but wonder how others will relate and interpret what i've penned. with that in mind, i've decided to post some of my poems here--feel free to comment if you so desire. after all, they were written with your eventual input in mind.

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[the music box]

[am i?]

[naked]

[my own design]

[in your arms]

[i dreamed]

[falling]

[bitter]

[4am]

[snow]

[watch me burn]

ah yes...the mastermind's workstation.

a word to the wise:
my poetry very rarely rhymes, and it's often more along the lines of making pictures with the words than the words themselves. it's a pictorial record of my emotions and feelings, i suppose, and that's what makes it the most interesting to me--i find that, when i try to rhyme, i often miss the point of what i'm trying to say, as i get lost in the metric instead of my thoughts.

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