This isn't necessarily related to GSA style activity just some poems I've written.


Intelligentsia

Black hair, made slick with pomade,
with a brown faced fade
made so for the look
not from any time took
clasps the hand of a brown beauty's
white gloved hand

They twirl about as if unhindered by physics
The dress furls and chants as mystics
the fine suite labors
not due to lack of labors
feet form a fine circle upon
the lovely ballroom floor

Then to the drinks and fine champaigne!
urine colored, but oh the taste
made of grapes- chemicals to take over
talk of fine things dandy in deed- full clover
applause and adoring mental nods
this way come

Say they then, oh how the poor do suffer
then come the replies to buffer
the poor here near are
better off than lands of fear
Nothing to be done but talk
talk that will do nothing

In all their finery and for all their genius
they cannot find the Cassius
to Brutus' fine predicament
for they are made of it


And this is a collection I turned into a local writting contest that aided me in my quest for college money!

Unnamed Poem 4-1

A.B.


Go my slave and do your best
I’m going to put you to the test, to see whose mettle is best
Grind you, bleed you, speed you up, work you to the ground
Your sorrow is my contention your life is my sustenance
Go slave I buy you by the hour; time is wasting.

The Tick-tock of the clock tells you to begin let the bells ring!
Slave to the machine whirling round and round once more!
This is your life this is your future; so long as I need you
But now you! to the test! if your mettle is not best you are

Superfluous! Surplus! Redundant! Rejected!

I must feed myself so there is no other order, so it is fine
I have nothing to sell but myself, I am nothing but myself
All that I have comes of me and from me, my sale of myself
Friends are enemies when its you against them all for the same

The soul is impure, the body sweats, the mind thinks not.
Only is this my future, at least it’s a wage at least it’s life
I am a lowly human, I shan’t be rich; but I lust to be
I do as a must and do as I can; they tell me I’m free!

Go! Go! Play thing, and do as you must! you have been told
The hour is nigh, the son of man’s eyes see you not! St. Peter has his back on you
You are mine now, I have purchased you for the hour; make me my life!
Only through your blood will I be appeased, exalt me when I’m through!

I’ll build you libraries with the money you give me.
I’ll donate to my favorite causes the money you give me,
They will call me a philanthropist, My name be praised
Hark, I tell you, you cannot exist without me certainly!




Stein
AB

Sitting seeing serious images
Begin to wander waywardly
Of things long ago pushed past
Of desires dead and dreary alas

On which makes a man, man
Are we rather regal resemblances
Poor products perfected by society
Nigh, Nature nary knows all!

See this see that to omens, stand
Things are not so similar
Lines are greatly gray
Truth enough to tell the way

To see or be blinded
To be def or hear
To speak or to be mute
To touch or not feel

Things we see are not always
Just as we can see them
Lies laud the weary worm
Wandering to and fro

Never shall we know


You Are Not
AB

You aren’t the same as me
Sure we have the same blood
Sure we have the same chromosomes
Sure we have the same birth procedures
Sure we suffer from the same diseases
Sure we live on the same planet
But you aren’t the same as me

It is your life’s sole joy is to avoid this
Sure we want to be equal; but you can’t
Sure we want the same things, but you can’t
Sure we want justice, but for you there is none
Sure we want peace, but for you there can never be any
Sure we want happiness
But your life’s sole joy is to avoid this

I’ll find some names to call you, some utterly flagrant words
I’ll burn symbols of salvation in hate, just for you.
I’ll snuff the life out of your greatest leaders
Have no faith in them; for they can never bring you hope
I’ll lock you in a cell where I won’t have to see you
Keep you to your own kind fool, and I shall keep to mine


This is the world we have propagated
There is one sole solution to this
The best of it is coming once more

The Animal
AB

The Animal

It is like a big beast
Pulling at my chest
Waiting, savoring, a feast.
A thousand claws at rest

It is like a big beast
For when it begins to howl
Its claws rend my chest
My blood does boil

It is like a big beast
For as it rends me asunder
I am enveloped in the best
For its shrieks are thunder

It is like a big beast
As my blood boils
For it is hot with lust
Now shall I toil

Together; Together
A.B.


When we first walked across one another
Two forces pulled away as opposites
Soon through strife of the spirit
We found ourselves united

Through the various battles and wars
We have weathered nary every storm
Through ineptitudes and mistakes
Through all we stand together

Though the forces of life did separate
We did join together closer and celebrate
For ours is a powerful and mighty thing
Never shall it be tainted never shall it wane

Upon the river we did walk and though it changed
We managed to adapt to the flow
An amorphous state evolving to the challenge
And together shall we always continue


This particular poem made it into Indiana's top 25 writting pieces; but didn't make it into the top 10 (was actually ranked 11th)- I thought I turned in better pieces, but they liked it I guess; perhaps it will stand in testiment to their poor taste?


The Disease
A.B.


I am running away, away from something inside me.
It comes to us in childhood, only to wax and wane.
But when it returns, return it does with great splendor.
Only this time, much more terrifying than any ghost.

Many times does this gift, savoringly eat me up.
It controls every aspect, aspect of my humanity.
My future my hopes my dreams, are at its command.
This disease which infects us all, all to fall in its jaw.

The jaws gather strength, strength enough to trap any man.
They bite with such splendor, that we must all fall in awe.
This juggernaut is now after me, me and all my existance.
And it whispers into my ear, I am your god, I am your life.

.... I rule you, always shall it be so.

Now caught in its jaw, I know what is to be done.
I grasp up the reigns, reigns handed to me it handed.
And with great zeal, I do all that it bids me to do.
Its bidding is beautiful yet foul, foul as a fools flagrence.

Its bite is painful, painful as the sinners sin.
My body is paralysed, and I grow faint.
This world will not always, always be as it is.
The disease says otherwise, and I believe.

I have become thoughtless, a tool to the sickness in me
The sickness is not, not just in me but in all!
All will hear its call, and fall before its mighty will!
And it will whisper to us, I am your god, I am your future.

...And I rule you, always shall it be so.