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  • EdwardU2 commented on joshf's instructable How to Write Poetry10 months ago
    How to Write Poetry

    Partially placated and exactly intact while I writhe about without reservation. These unfettered dimensions catch my attention, but largely go unnoticed by the typical consumer — silent and sipping coffee to wash the day…away. And imbibing some right-wing – conservative rap, and its effervescent malaise and sublimity. But, the point is — I see them. And although I haven’t netted any profit, I wouldn’t trade them, nor set them aside. Not even momentarily. Not even. And some have said insanity is all I’ve caught in my coffers — in the gnarled nets near my isolate place; and I’ve also worried, opening my notebook, and revealing the unreal, while rats race on paper trails, and still…I see them. A society solely motivated by t...see more »Partially placated and exactly intact while I writhe about without reservation. These unfettered dimensions catch my attention, but largely go unnoticed by the typical consumer — silent and sipping coffee to wash the day…away. And imbibing some right-wing – conservative rap, and its effervescent malaise and sublimity. But, the point is — I see them. And although I haven’t netted any profit, I wouldn’t trade them, nor set them aside. Not even momentarily. Not even. And some have said insanity is all I’ve caught in my coffers — in the gnarled nets near my isolate place; and I’ve also worried, opening my notebook, and revealing the unreal, while rats race on paper trails, and still…I see them. A society solely motivated by the brackish bindings, chains and taut tethers of the bourgeois American malediction of mediocrity. A mouthful for me, indeed, but I’ll bear the burden with utilitarian aims of emancipating forty-hour slaves striving for ephemeral escape of any size, or flavour — though the more pungent varieties of release may mark, and scar and stain with ink indelible, scribing the lily-white fibers about our souls. And if only in the circumlocution of subconscious scribblings in the hours adjacent of dusk — I see them. Never fretting the invitation to delve deeper, and amend the words echoing in my head. Because even they oscillate, vibrate, and modulate the waves sequent to what’s been said in their stead – to edify, calm, or curse the verses bursting forth from angel’s lips, and the vile inversion of demons moving through the very avenues the spirits use to deliver their blindfolds, and boons. I see them. Transcendent agents of persuasion inveigle entire nations, adept in their design of divine and evil alignment. Devoured by darkness some seduce unto sin, but the beauty of heaven requires no such cajoling — and I see them.

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