So recently I've become interested in the idea that America is a continuation of the Roman empire and ideals. Not as a conspiracy or even intentionally, I just think the parallels are hard to avoid...
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So recently I've become interested in the idea that America is a continuation of the Roman empire and ideals. Not as a conspiracy or even intentionally, I just think the parallels are hard to avoid...
However shallow they may be, here are my thoughts.
If we begin with K's dismissal of the lawyer, if K would have kept the lawyer I don't believe his judgment would have come so swiftly. He would...
The genius lurks in the shadows
where dreams merge with reality.
Testing himself in every way,
everyday rings the bell to begin the trial.
It isn't until he lets himself go
that he can live...
I remember,
it was a cold day in hell.
I was on that boat as it rocked gently
back and forth.
The sun was setting and the mountains were shining,
the water lapped against the vessel.
The most...
A quirky song I wrote and performed all in one take so yea kinda rough but I wanted to share.
https://soundcloud.com/playingthepianodrunk/sorry-i-was-somewhere-else
She took a long good look at me
and said “I understand you,
all the trouble in your eyes,
and why you sing such sad songs.
Your eyes they cry, even when you smile.
I dreamed of you last...
With a face etched and scratched
with lines like roads, of all the roads
he had taken in his life, he stared at me
and shook me to the bones.
A face worn by life that had seen life
and...
Somewhere in the world,
in between the mountains,
there is a valley.
A river runs through
carrying with it beauty,
a river runs through
a river runs through.
Somewhere in the world
there is...
You can't drink a beer without a cigarette.
There is a bar somewhere and in this bar
everything is fine and the drinks are free.
There is a room where the dust dances in the light
as the sun as the sun struggles to shine through.
Here...
Pollen drifts and falls
on cold grey ground
as a sweet bird sings
songs to concrete ears
beckoning the spring
But the wind shifts
now snow falls
as unique creations
on the windshield of my...
You and Shakespeare could probably make some money in the adult entertainment business.
So I wrote this just to get the idea down. It is kind of a bare bones deal and I am open to suggestions to improve on this when the time comes that I made devote to it my full attention. So please...
I don't buy it, I think people had more culture in the past more of a sense of identity. Just because it's more ok to be black, crippled or gay doesn't mean we are evolving. I think a lot of people...
I get the feeling more and more that we live in a society that teaches its people to hate themselves. From the church/religion telling you that your natural functions are some how an affront to God....
“Life is meaningless and I want to die.”
she told me one night lying in my arms.
“The greatest minds do say it is true though
you have eternity to be dead, right now you're alive.
Right now you...
Things seem more gentle
basking under the winter moon,
as inside this psilocybin dream
called life I wander up
and down pitch black roads
reminding me of a rushing river.
With aimless...
Quite true, very few writers speak truly to life and of ****.
Bunch of pansies,
“For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the ******* of...
A bright fire glows through a dense fog,
dulled further by radio waves and cell phone signals,
on the other side of understanding the fire burns,
beyond our perception the fire feeds itself
off...
Take it as you will, your rhyming doesn't drive the poem, you constantly reference writing but I am likely to believe you, cher ami, are a hack. If I understand this correctly this poem is written of...
I don't like the way the first line is worded. I think this lacks a certain something, I don't know. I don't get how the title plays into the poem.
Kind of contrived and pretentious, I think.
The ghosts of men not yet dead but no longer alive
cry out from damp basement apartments deep within the depths of solitude
as more minds purge themselves of the organic
and become densely...
How sideways everything seems
and it makes sense since right now
I'm standing nearly upside down
my feet planted firmly on the ground
with nothing more than blind faith
and a obstinate will...