five of four lines

[AimusSage]

So, five short little poems I wrote tonight, I don't think they qualify as poems, more like rhyme thinghies, but I would like to hear everyones opinion on them.

1.
And so ignorance is born
Contempt beats out respect
The world is the next project
For the new order of scorn

2.
A Violent victim rules the street
Raping his culprits’ daughter
And taking him to the slaughter
For some type of special meat

3.
The nightly park today is a trap
A figure emerges from the dark
It seems to be a handsome chap
Rapists leave a permanent mark

4.
Terrorist who are bend on destruction
That fight the greatness of society
Fall victim to their own seduction
And Hell will teach them propriety

5.
Killing for money is in demand
A hit man will complete the request
Become a wealthy widow as planned
Time to mourn and act depressed

[Sitaram]

Poems and dreams are very similar in many ways. Both reveal the climate of an inner, hidden world.

We dream because we have to. We cannot decide not to sleep or to sleep but not dream. We can choose to write poetry, or write prose, or not write at all. We do have certain choices. But, when we choose to write poetry, then we choose a waking dream. And, when we choose to let everyone read our poems, then we reveal to many, those who choose to read, our inner, hidden world. That world which dreams enter is the same world from which poems emerge.

Shall I buy your five poems? But what shall I buy them with? Five coins? But I have no coins to give you. Shall I pay you with five words? Yes, I have five words. Let me see (peeks in a bag of words). Here:
Scorn,
Rape,
Terror,
Hell,
Murder.

Is that a fair price? Oh, but you complain I have paid you with your own words which you gave me. Well, that's money and commerce for you! The coin of the realm circulates, round and round, from Caesar to Peter and back again to Caesar. Sometimes, we call it prosperity. Sometimes, we call it taxation. Sometimes, we call it black-market. Sometimes, we call it by other names. "What goes around comes around", a trite, old phrase, a worn old coin, passed one too many times across the counter.

No one of us is totally free, but most of us have many choices. If we watch cable or DVD, then we have choices: comedy, drama, horror, mystery, documentary, nature.

As we make our waking choices, day by day, we fill that inner, hidden secret world with the raw material of dreams and poems; memories.

We each have, within us a heaven and a hell, in which dwell angels and monsters.

Now, there is nothing wrong with monsters or the horror genre. There are authors who make a fine living with such topics.

What is it that makes you happy? What makes you feel good? What makes you feel at peace? You have to tell me, because I can't answer those questions for you.

I like this post of yours:




I'd love to meet a lot of people of ancient times but they wouldn't understand me, and I wouldn't understand them, so there isn't really a point in it.

But as for more contemporary people, I would like to meet, there are a few I can think of.

1. Adolf Hitler
2. Josef Stalin
3. Ghandi
4. Martin Luther King

Odd combination perhaps. What if all four were stuck in a room and needed each other to get out?


You picked two angels and two monsters. Interesting. And, you like to think, I can tell that.

The mind is a wonderful servant, but a cruel master.

I think you should try to see that movie Cube about a group of people trapped who need each other to get out.

I saw the movie, Cube, and wrote about it here:

http://online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12735

As I write this, I have been reading through all your posts.

Only just now did I discover your other poem:

http://online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?p=69239#post69239




(excerpts)

I live in a world of inhumanity

Deeper into the abyss I will fall
When monsters take over my mind


Yet hated by many, forced to flee

The love is left behind in Sanity

They hunt me down like a beast

Deep inside me the wolf dreams
Full moon, the monster will awake
Take over my mind everything’s at stake


Seeing blood is on my hands now

Killing myself, again I rise
The wolf, the beast must be why

Hunters searching for my lair
Tormented with guilt I hide


The beast inside me dies


Each of us is an open book, if only someone cares to read.


I will leave you with an old, hackneyed saying from India:




Sow a thought, reap an action.

Sow an action, reap a habit.

Sow a habit, reap a character.

Sow a character, reap a destiny.

[AimusSage]

Thanks for that, I guess it is true I mostly write dark stuff. It is more of an outlet for when I feel down, angry etc. That is when I write most of my stuff. Usually I feel a lot better after writing it.

That is not to say I never write thing that are less dark, but I don't really have a need to write anything when I am in a more positive mood. Considering I write far less then I did a year ago, I guess I am on the right track.

There is the odd time when I decide to write something that is not quite so dark, and I'll give you an example of it, to show I do let my other side out once in a while.

The Dragonfly
Dragonfly how you dance
When the summer brings a gentle breeze
You fly away, dancing on the seas
With your wings guided by chance
Bringing you fortune and happiness

[Sitaram]

"I will take an order of dragonflies to go, please."

"And, would you like a shake and fries with those flies?"