Definitely one of your best in a while.

In all seriousness, if you weren't so always, "If you want, take all of me; I give it freely" you'd probably get more. PS-Don't reply, '*glum* I guess, But I can't help being who I am'. I know.

:HEH: very cute. :)

Have you ever actually fucked? I mean, outside your imagination? It's really not that worth dying over. At least, with me it's not.

Close to Uranus (Free verse) by Caducus ... Oh, forget it.

Q: Do you think God reads your poems? Q2: Do you think God pays more attention to your poems than he does to, say, the Sri Lankan praying 'O God please whatever you do don't send a tidal wave anytime soon, see I just bought this new car and it's a Hyundai with leather interior standard etc etc etc'? Q3: You're a Christian. I know this isn't a question. If you just admitted you were a Christian, you'd be happier maybe, but probably not. Q4: Dear me, your 8 months on poemranker have put you on the side of - preaching - didacticism - illogics forcibly repeated in the face of uncomfortable reason - telling not showing - flagrant cronyism - affirmative action - racists - misspelling - more illogic - and God. Are you George W. Bush?

This was better before.

Dear Christ. So my wife works in this town called Ghwor, on the site of Sodom and Gomorrah in modern-day Jordan, and says the flies there are so nuts it's worse than Somalian starving baby footage, but what do you expect, most of the townfolk (10% born disabled) squat over a hole in the kitchen floor to go to the bathroom? So anyway, last week they all got Typhoid there, I mean like all of them, and Jesus Christ - Typhoid! Like I didn't even know that disease existed anymore. Anyway I just wanted to tell you I'm with -=Dark_Angel=-,P.I., flies are exactly what we need more of here, and a great way to capture the image of a kinda humming, eyeitching, omnipresent love sent from above. You get my only heartfelt 10 of the day. Enjoy!

I like the last three lines and the part about the ghost. the part in the middle you might could work on though.

Complete the following sentences: 1) Old Shakespeary kinds of poems are _______________ 2) I have read ___ Shakespeary poems.

Has anyone but you bothered to read or listen to this all the way to the end? -10-

Ok, I laughed my ass off at this.

I gave this a ten because I paint to near psychosis sometimes. There lies a sort of prison in artwork, especially when it becomes a true compulsion. Sometimes I want to escape this and learn to live again, socialize, bend to cultural standards. But I find that world, the cultural death, to be nauseating. This poem addresses some of my own issues with true "representation" of life, love, and lonliness. Those three L's sometimes divert from one another so much, I feel that I will lose everything, gaining nothing in the form of knowledge. A slow death in pre-determined esthetic value is my latest fear; raising a question of wether one is philosophically bound, when displaying talent, to searching for new and genuine methods. But what about love? What about love.

sorry zodiac i was clicking on the reply link and i accidently hit the "x", thanks for your correction of my word choice, i'm prone to small mistakes like that, i'd appreciate your full critique if you want to take the time.

Pretty good really. Overwritten, I thought at first, but no, pretty good.

Hey! is it Ok for a brother to leave a comment? I don't wanna leave no icing (smile)

Disgusting. An 8 for the writing, 0 for doing it.

Perhaps your best. At least I get it and think I might have lived it. Some folks don't want to see anything but their paintings.

Pretty good. Glad to have you back.

I'm not laughing because loving onesself is an essential prerequisite to loving another. I'm convinced of it. Few poets could say it as well.