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Johnny Jan 10, 2007

The Repeating of Bob Dylan

The Repeating of Bob Dylan

 

Watching Bob Dylan, not conforming into the system

of a cause, surfing channels between

a rock’n roll show, searching for a new lead

vocal, the voice of folk fuses itself into

the age of culture-clashing of abundance.

 

The fusion of tradition and unpredictability

claims to be new.

The fusion of lyrics and melody

dancing the tango of classical rhythm

in the free verse of Taoism.

 

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Hopeless_J Jan 10, 2007

White Collar Slaves

Look Father figure,

I am a success,

Working for the fat cats,

Properly dressed,

A mess!

Distress!

In my life its wrong that I should be living like this.

For it's something the kids should never have to see,

I walk to run,

I dig to hide,

And I feel there's nothing left of good in me,

I scream to talk,

I fight to cry,

And I feel god's a vendetta in for me.

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Hopeless_J Jan 10, 2007

Lonely Youth

With lips tightly sealed,

She swallows her tounge,

Shifty eyes,

Shes been and gone,

I like to wonder what you'll do with your life,

Yeah, like I ever will.

I disgust myself,

I lay awake in the dirt,

I love her and I hate myself,

"Boy that hurts!"

Why am I here?

Lonley Youth.

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Hopeless_J Jan 10, 2007

Leland

I'm in a crowded street,

I hold back the tears as I watch people by,

Sense the saddness hid within the eyes,

And my heart breaks for them,

Feel the pain inside.

Exhausted, dying some disgusting disease,

Tortured, Tormented,

Angry or lonely,

And if your suicidal,

Trust me they won't believe,

But me heart bleeds,

I feel the pain inside.

Hurting people can make you feel so small,

You know?

I know when your hurting cause I feel it all,

Feel it in my blood and maybe,

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andrew Jan 04, 2007

diesel breathing

i found a red light that turned to green
the moment i sped past

that hour’s train thundered above as
i threatened the glossy paint
against the stone trestle
of the railroad bridge

the fog of thinking dissolved on that
cold road as I watched it
consumed underneath,
seventy miles per hour
pulling the yellow snake
across the black

i thought about abbreviations
the way you squeeze otherwise respectable words
as you punch out the order for a classified

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paul Jan 03, 2007

Against All Odds

Lend me your hearts and ears As I tell you about a man that faced his fears Accustomed to the popular sound of negativity He set forth to expand on his very own creativity Used to the excuses and bitter taste of rejection It was time to voice his long awaited objection As imagined many told him to change his mind Little did they know that he was one of a kind Determination and passion proudly became one They still told him that the chances were slim to none For some years the facts were continually debated me Never did he alter the dreams that he previously stated Three years later and he stil
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dbaker Dec 20, 2006

The night Santa had to wear waders.

The IBEW LU-#1...That's International Brotherhood of Elfin Workers, Local Union #1 North Pole, for those not familiar with trade union speak, had their monthly meeting last night. Recording Secretary: Hiram Fuddy Fatfeet, gave the minutes from the last general meeting. The rank and file approved the minutes from the last meeting. Brother Fatfeet then went on to read the minutes from the various sub-units: Unit 1-(Traditional Wooden Toy Division) The oldest and most influential unit. They reported an influx of cheap knock off toys from unscrupulous third world dealers.