Exclusion

To Jump
.......HiGH
Enough
Would too easily
Leave the
Question pertaining
Natural Existence
Suspendedly
Swinging
Serendipitous like and
Singing..entertaining
A Free Concert
Where the masses
Would leave gleaming
Not knowing what
They were just
Seeing

Reviews

[Terryg]

I read a book once by Dietrich Bonhoffer; the thing had a chapter on random style poetry. People like John Lennon, Bob Dylan, and Lewis Carol published fine stuff that would be considered nonsense. The thing is that since computers, and their advanced ability to crunch numbers, there now is no such thing as random. So, stuff like confetti in a parade does not fall randomly but in a fixed set of parameters and variables set by perfectly natural laws of physics and all that mathematical nonsense.
I have a real soft spot for poetry of this nature. For you see I feel that it goes to places where the bland variety of normal day-to-day speech can never go: into the unknown vastness of the universe. Sound corny, I know, but there I said it.
My feeling on your piece, from here where I sit, reminds me of the effort I might take to do something I love, creatively. But no one else sees the true worth of the effort. But a good time is had by all, and nothing really matters.

[Raef C. Boylan]

haha
i don't know
that c. boylan
or
that wherenothingissacred
but i enjoyed re-reading their reviews

and this poem o' yours
still blows my mind

in a more fulfilling way than bullets

[Sweet Solitude]

This is cool. I like it! :)

Brittany

[Sarah S.]

i like the sublte rythmn to this

[...Where Nothing Is Sac..]

"A Free Concert
Where the masses
Would leave gleaming"

crowds at concerts
sicken
with their eagerness
to roar
and raise paws
but not commit
to
l i s t e n ing
negating the point
of attending

"gleaming" - sweat? joy of knowledge?
Good s**t.

To kill yourself
would be to kill
curiosity
also
as you'll never know
how interestingly
you might have died
better to boing
than jump
catch hold of
a chandelier
and flip everybody
the finger
"still here fuckers!"

I enjoyed reading this a lot.
it's thought-provoking, and seems to be saying a lot more than i can grasp.
For that reason, i'll keep on digging.

Live by the shovel, die by the shovel
excavation...

...worth the effort?

[Bryce Simonds]

I like this poem, it says something to me, but I'm not quite sure what. But keep up the good work!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Very nice poem free concerts, yes, masses gleaming yes too!

Chloe
xoxo

[Raef C. Boylan]

The flow of this is amazing; i think it's the subtle rhyming and the short sentences...but maybe not...oh, and maybe the bursts of alliteration too.

I feel a bit like those "masses"...it's beyond me to know exactly what i'm reading.
However, it exists and i believe in it and its brilliance.
It's just that i am blinded
as you
p
m
u
j
and i watch you
enclose the sun
in cupped palms.

Great write.
I enjoyed reading it...and will again.

Thanks for posting this.

[lostintheworld]

i've been
tasting this one
for a few days now...
and my tongue finally has a sense of it
a familiar taste that f***s me
but i like
anyways

so here we are but
who are we
and
how far can we really go?
only as far as we can see...imagine...believe,
but this isn't about optimism...
so what the f**k does it mean...

going too far becomes pointless somehow cuase no one knows how far that is...and if others cant wrap their head around it, then it doesnt exist
for them
which somehow means it doesn't exist for the person
jumping
too
HiGH
but see then theres the whole blink of an eye thing..and how much you can really see...sense feel know in that instant, which is really everything, but nothing at all
cause it's all tainted
[pure]ly tainted...juxtaposing....
cause really in the end
noone is anyone anything
and nothing really
exists
exits
except the existential.. which is everything
or is it?
---donnie darko comes to mind
for some reason...
and yet here we are suspended swinging
supposedly singing....
and we dont even know why....

just a bunch of bobble heads
masses of asses
forgive them father for they know not what they do
says father dave in my head...
cause we have no idea at all...
what any of it is.....
what it means...
if anything at all.

[Caitediane]

I really like it, keep up the good work!!!