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 Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:03 am
There is an old man who lives on the streets.
Hidden in darkness, this man takes his seat.
He is an evil man, this is true.
Sadistic and demented; no, nothing like you.
Poisoned even is the shadow he casts.
Scars on his face hint of an interesting past.
Yes this man has stores to tell,
Filled with knowledge of both heaven and hell.
To enter his presence, a strong will is demanded,
But for accomplishing this feat, a secret is handed.
Yes, he will answer any one question,
But unlimited knowledge could spark an obsession.
For it is difficult to decide what to ask,
Like is this world real, or is it just a mask.
Is this all just a web of deceit?
What is good, what is evil? Is here where they meet?
But it's you who must decide if you question fate.
You must not take long, for he will not wait.
He has no patience for those without a path,
And if you offend him, you shall know his wrath.
Let this be a warning if you ever do meet,
The man with all answers who lives on the street. Not too sure how I feel about the third couplet; changed a few words around as I was re-typing it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:53 am
My God this is a poem! Well then, how on earth did you make such a good poem?
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 2:49 pm
This is brilliant, what else is there to say? Word choice is perfect, there is more than one interpretation if you want to get technical, etc. I love this and you should publish it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:40 pm
ContrabassClarinetist This is brilliant, what else is there to say? Word choice is perfect, there is more than one interpretation if you want to get technical, etc. I love this and you should publish it. I've thought about it, but never really got around to sending anything in. I
'm a major procrastinator.
I'm surprised half of my poems even get finished Cloom My God this is a poem! Well then, how on earth did you make such a good poem? sweatdrop Heh, thank you. To be honest, I have no freakin' clue.
The only thing that sparked this poem was my neighbor across the street was sitting outside on his drive way in the shade.
He's not a really nice person; I don't like him.
I started writing and what ever my mind came up with, I wrote down.
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