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A new era in…
Posted Feb 15, 2005
Ok so in light of the fact that I cannot remove these post should I want to I will no longer be posting my poems here. If you would like to find them look to the GW poetry section (if it is still up as you read this) or the AWW. I will soon be doing some remodeling on my introduction to make it more a list of top fives (music, movies, books, poets, etc.) as I feel the best way to get an idea of someone’s personality is by learning what sort of things they like and why. The why of it will be elaborated upon here in my journal entries. Future journals will begin with a subject along the lines of “Top Five Singer/Songwriters” and in their entries “No.1: Lynard Cohen , the Canadian singer who set out to be as he put it “a minor poet” and inadvertently became in my opinion the best lyricist ever to write modern song lyrics….” I hope people will find this an interesting source of insight into my personality, or at least disagree with me enough about some of my favorites to say so. See you in the future…
Voon 
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poem of the week no.1
Posted Jan 29, 2005
Dawn Of The Wasteland
Today T.S., your monarchy,
Is complete!
Death dawns these veils of accomplishment,
Wrought, flawlessly in that cool blue flesh;
Nude behind her granite shroud-
Like perfect oils on a hemp canvas.
The people, Tom,
Are coming to burn you!
Gray clouds, old meat;
The exhausted eyes have all been
Pushed aside by some grander creation.
Mister Eliot,
The true death is near!
You extend your hands to the ground,
Embed it within a stone image,
Over which the complex firmament
Shatters, like glass.
Herr Eliot,
The new faction has noted
Your name in it’s ledger!
In Belsen, the redundantly sad faces,
Have been crated, fed to the incinerator-
It sucked them down, like a starved child,
Equipped with virgin fangs.
The demon, Eliot,
Is pointing at you.
The straw men dance, and sing in the streets,
Guzzling their spirits, groping among
The silly fat cherubs, who wrap their infant lips,
Around bottles of flaming grain alcohol,
Abandoned their ethereal trumpet song.
You are enervated
In your age,
Imitating your mature poets steal-
Tucked neatly behind a mausoleum wall;
Laughing at my admiration!
People are killing each other in the streets!
Justlikethat, your promised wasteland is here.
Today the gods rejoice, and split their greedy grins.
Subversive fingers move swiftly, to clear away
The curse of our consciousness.
Shall we step then briskly, into the quiet night-
Leave our feet to echo along those walls;
Down silent streets, until our souls would reach,
To meet the blush of these lucid skies,
And move us east, to kiss that sick red eye?
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a new beginning
Posted Jan 28, 2005
I will be using this space to post my poetry. It is all protected under copywrite so no sneaky stuff out there. (no you would never do that would you. Well maybe not you personally but someone out there might.) I hope to be adding a new poem every week but if I run a bit behind, in advance, I’m sorry. Well that’s about it. Feel free to comment on these, I’m fairly thick skinned so don’t feel like you have to holdback if you don’t like something. I hope to use any feedback to further hone my writing skills, (if I have any to begin with) so please be honest. If you like something, don’t like something, or just feel cheated out of the time from your life it took you to read it let my know. I don’t hold grudges and I am used to the harsh severity of honesty.
Thanks for your time
Look foreword to hearing from you
Richard D. Maynard II
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