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SKEWERED

SKEWERED

Hearts are made to break
eventually
souls are to suffer
their agony
and eyes should never see
more than they can bear
to see.

Where do I go from here.
there is no room it seems
and I don't know how to surrender
to my own mortality.
no guide book
no ritual I know of.
do I play it by ear
or wait for an epiphany.
The minutes, hours, days
seem an eternity in hell's fires
my soul is not mine to give
so steady I wait til
the Powers that Be
are ready for me...
meanwhile I am skewered
to over done

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not sad nor pity..
Of all people to write such a poem that so hits the nail
on the heard and aptly puts this..
U Joe have done so!

or the Ojibway humor.. that side has see much
I lean heavy and sigh my friend!
my heart is with U
on this one...

wry bastard!!

found this emo saying on a song link
"Hell" in "Hello", "Good" in "Goodbye" "Lie" in Believe"
etc.....obviously the younger crowd...
eighties we didnt have this....music...Bauhaus...Depeche
Mode...the punks.etc...
or the usual ...classic....

Your poetry is awesome!!
alive and meaningful
the spark noting all
and noting the nothing
ha...How I relate...

Like waiting for a bus
or hitching a ride

I find your poetry
too me very meaningful
and this one
is just superb
the balance
wit...care..
straight up
is what it is
no bs pondering!

a cheers to U!
Mr Esker!

Humour is to recognize the paradox, and irony in Life. Man boats his intellect but rarely laughs at his own absurdity.

thanks, Steven

joe

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I am getting some minor butt kicking in this town...so like any good barrel race clown I take it....No one will believe us otherwise....if we dont smile and flex our belief..can God come forward to shake our hand? I dont believe i nothing....I truthfully tried to die many times and almost got flattened by cars....a friend grabbed me and pulled me back in town here...car went by about forty five...I would have sailed off windshield spinning..shoes asunder...everything....the rest....Someone sent lori...My bosses name is Dick...short for Steven!!.....burns me about the edges.....but Im like....Im not a boss...and I am a dick...to people.....teaching with laughter!!! more receptive.....my friends here are ailing....already lost a lot.....but I keep making new ones....I am absurd....and is not that horrible or bad....people can come and swat at me....see Im like...or at most like everyone else...that Im like everyone else....No stone egyptian effigy the next king is going to send out his crew to chisel away......gawd.....hope they miss a few of me to take a Starbucks break!! ha ha ha

you are perceived as absurd because you see yourself as absurd. You are a brilliant intellect and a much finer human being than those around you. Start kicking ass, my friend before your time on Earth runs out,

joe

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I completely agree with Esker....your poetry is becoming quite amazing.
AND
I competely agree with Geremia....brilliant intellect.

Two amazing men!

Best always,
Laura

Thank you, Laura. We have quite an extraordinary "famliy" on NEOPOET. Here is where I go those times I need to smile and forget,

'A good poet is someone who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightening five or six times; a dozen or two dozen times and he is great.'

Randall Jarrell

joe

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shakes head laughing spilling coffee!!

LOL !!!!

joe

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