Damn It This Should Have Won

braggman said:Very good. Got the PM. "Drift" it will be.

Thanks for the second chance!

Most others would of just disqualified and move on so I'm greatful to be given the opportunity.

REMOVED BY AUTHORS REQUEST

THE MASK IS AN OUTSTANDING PIECE OF WORK! i LOVE IT!

really this is an awesome piece with alot of feeling put into it nice one CrypticX

K and G

Thank you Firebyrd and K & G for the kind comments they are truly appreciated.
I'm glad that you liked reading my work.

A New Face             ...(that was ignored)

This city has seen a lot of change.
People so strange, intentions so deranged.  
Stained are its inhabitants, weak minded and frail.  
Easily broken, their hearts gone stale.  
Promiscuous minds wander the streets.  
The party calls, and loners weep.  
I blaze past all the anguish.  
Hidden are their emotions.  
Society's creeps.  
Selling their souls for a moments' grace.  
The shame that tattoos without a trace.  
Withering to nothing as the sun rises.  
Humility sings their song of disgrace.  
Ignorant and blind, they scurry to find,  
a companion to vivify their lonely day.  
Drowned in blood, in alcohol, in mud.
Stripped to the bone, they cry in vain.

Never was this the way it is.  
A new face now hides the bliss.  
Shadows of hollow, destitute of joy,  
Addictions that blow the final kiss.  
Dead by day, raped by night.  
Used and abused with all their spite.  
Torn are they, against whats right.  
Sin wreaks from their hapless souls.  
Lust and sloth and envy and more.  
Lost to profanity, separate from reality.  
Proud are the cursed, the unknown.  
In beats of madness and colors of pain,  
they dance away their feelings to the hypnotic rain.  
Controlled by their debt, they owe life everything.  
Alive they are useless, asleep they are meek.  
Existing is horror, only death can bring them ease.

GENOCIDE OF THE HOMELESS

When we think of GENOCIDE, we think of DARFUR

When we REMEMBER genocide, we remember ARMENIANS and JEWS

I walk down a street in Toronto...the homeless sit and beg

We drive down a street in Detroit and see a man sleeping on the ground

They said there were no homeless in suburbia...but come to our library

There is a man who lives in his tiny van and visits the library all day

Are there homeless in the country...???? maybe they went to the city

On a cold Toronto day, the sewer covers open from underneath

Two native men appear, their breaths freeze in the air

I saw all this with my own eyes, I did not make it up

In a cold country you can freeze to death at night

Would anybody CHOOSE this kind of life?

Darwinian thinking says only the strong survive

Yet these same "Christians" say THEY CHOSE THIS

Jesus came to help the poor, the needy and the sick

What would Jesus say about the HOMELESS who are often MENTALLY ILL?

Jesus cured the sick and drove the devils out.....

We do not imitate the Life Of Christ by IGNORING THE HOMELESS

We hope they will just go away....which they will

For how long would YOU LIVE withOUT FOOD, CLOTHING, SHELTER?

Not very long....we have concentrations camps hiding in plain sight

But they do not looks like Dachau or Auschwitz....they are the dark and nasty streets

Where the HOMELESS live....until they die and no STATISTICS are kept

So how many HOMELESS die every day on this earth?

The answer would make you sick.....

Hitler and Stalin were not as cunning as we are...

They said they were going to kill and they did what they said they would

We go about our business, day after day....the same homeless people

Linger, we step over them on the way......Are we GENOCIDAL

Is there a little HITLER in ALL of US....?

The RESEARCH demonstrates that this is true

If we are given the power over others

Notice how power corrupts

Notice how money makes friends

Notice Politicians who say the end justify the means

In a DEMOCRACY where they have been ELECTED by free peoples

We are so smug and say....we bring DEMOCRACY to others

If DEMOCRACY includes HOMELESSNESS....it sounds freaky to me

For only in GOD'S SWEET HEAVEN can all men really be free...

braggman said:Time to put up the real goods. You published a poem and it was overlooked, or you entered a contest that became a popularity contest. Something you already wrote... but the bastards failed to take notice. One poem each. One month. Edit it as much as you like. Fear not, the Braggman has no allegiances, only to the written word, the final product. The poem is all that matters.

Congratulations on setting up this competition.
It is a very creative idea......I put up a poem I thought was
OF VITAL IMPORTANCE....it was BASED ON MY OWN EXPERIENCE
not one comment as of today...the IDES OF MARCH.....
Thanks Braggman
Kitty

Beautiful Machina


You are mechanical;
the methodic machine,
a beautiful robot
with metallic genes.
You are predictable;
purely pugnacious,
walking a lonely line
and proudly tenacious.
You are callous,
a cold calibration
Immune to my cause
and to love’s liberation.
You are strong
and selfishly so,
protecting your heart,
not letting it show.
You are armored,
armed and abstruse;
a deadly defense
for the life you choose.
You are beautiful,
a brilliant clone,
but loneliness lingers...
and you are all alone.

mitchryan549 said:Beautiful Machina


You are mechanical;
the methodic machine,
a beautiful robot
with metallic genes.
You are predictable;
purely pugnacious,
walking a lonely line
and proudly tenacious.
You are callous,
a cold calibration
Immune to my cause
and to love’s liberation.
You are strong
and selfishly so,
protecting your heart,
not letting it show.
You are armored,
armed and abstruse;
a deadly defense
for the life you choose.
You are beautiful,
a brilliant clone,
but loneliness lingers...
and you are all alone.

This is an amazing piece I really enjoyed it, very well written

Could you please remove my entry from consideration for this competition.

Thanks and good luck to everyone else.

You Are Mine...I Am Yours (collab with OctoberArts)

Be the wind beneath me...  
the push I need  
to soar to new heights.  
The encouragement I need  
to reach for the sky.  
 
Let me show you what you hide,  
take my hand let us fly.  
Stop reaching, touch the sky...  
You don't have to worry about life.  
 
Be my mountain  
big and high.  
I will be your valley  
green and wide.  
 
Just how wide,  
Does it stretch until the end of time?  
For my mountain does not peak,  
nor does it crumble.  
 
I need a spark to my flame...  
to warm my  
once bitter heart.  
Can you be the fuel to re ignite  
and make me hot from the start?  
 
Forehead to forehead, stare deep into my eyes.  
Can you feel it, the passion that slows time?  
Breathing blushing soft, eyes dim.  
I could feel our love in just one kiss.  
 
Can we illuminate  
each others souls?  
Connecting and making  
one another whole?  
 
Don't ask such silly questions,  
to see you smile is my blessing.  
Living to be happy,  
is not so hard when your beside me  
 
I would shine so bright...  
If I were the stars in your sky.  
Would you be the sparkle in my eyes?  
Could you be a star in my sky?  
 
Normal stars ignite and become black holes,  
I will be your sun, love that lights your world.  
Everlasting happiness that sparkles in your eye,  
you are my moon... you are my brightest light.  
 
I want a love I can depend on  
to be there with me  
through the years.  
Sharing all the joys of life  
and even all the tears.  
 
When I say forever I can't be clearer...  
I want to be the reason for your smile,  
the hand that wipes away your tears.  
Trust in me, you have nothing to fear  
 
You have seen the  
person I am inside,  
beyond my outer skin.  
You have touched my heart...  
Can you hear it's beat within?  
 
I can see it in your eyes and feel it when we touch.  
I can hear it in your laugh, I know it when we hug.  
It's the same beat that mine beats for you.  
A beating heart, that says I love you.
 

CrypticX said:Could you please remove my entry from consideration for this competition.

Thanks and good luck to everyone else.

CrypticX - If you wish for me not to consider your poem, then I will do as you wish. If what you really want is to have the post itself physically removed, so nobody else can see it, then you will have to PM the Webmistress. Whereas you have the power to remove your own threads outside of a contest, she is the only one with the power to remove a post from within a contest thread. (I had to do it myself once before).

Thanks,
I'm not worried about the post being seen...but I just wished the poem itself not to be considered for the competition. I added a note about it being "removed by authors request" so it maybe disregarded.

Thanks for the advice as well I appreciate that...good luck with your competition. I won't clog up your thread with anymore needless posts.

Thank you again once more.

braggman said:Time to put up the real goods. You published a poem and it was overlooked, or you entered a contest that became a popularity contest. Something you already wrote... but the bastards failed to take notice. One poem each. One month. Edit it as much as you like. Fear not, the Braggman has no allegiances, only to the written word, the final product. The poem is all that matters.

I have many so post the links or what?