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Mirage (Free verse) by Wulf
The principled father mother of purity absence of vanity sincerity of purpose all things humane freedom at any cost safety in numbers glory in defeat atonement of sin pity as pacifier normal assemblage benevolence of royalty holiness of priests the erect politician moral policeman singular motive best intentions chaste kisses government promise lap of luxury sincere beggar sex for sex sake love for sex sake reconciled victim rehabilitated rapist whenever 'i'm sorry' love other than self existence oases a dignified death sincere amnesty this bears repetition this bears repetition art for art's sake man in Gods' image woman as reward honorific recognition original sin any reference to aeon distance as love bait i won't hurt you and my dog doesn't bite obvious intentions light of day light of night wise men animals as speaking idiots other than human shared prosperity faith in dervish sanity of justice welfare Cadillac clean water drug counselor psychological awareness social security hope for the poor foundation of family driving on the telephone green peace war on drugs capital expenditures common sense lifetime warranty satisfaction guaranteed customer service free rent damage deposit Christian forgiveness the open sea dumb animals good guys and bad guys them and us clean living winners and losers a free ride one square inch unpolluted relief valve escape key any true witness other than chaos normal behavior square corners outer limits inner peace immaculate conception protective custody a round tuit acceptable losses the flying man death of Gods age of reason missionary largesse preventative medicine innocent until free will human connection mated for life dominion funereal disguise bread winners non combative personality organized religion a striving toward normalcy process of elimination running stool amicable reconciliation affordable housing good drivers critical mass high priest drug lord dutiful wife eclectic taste the third breast idle conversation state of unrest state of Colorado state of being merciful heaven absolution of sin war and peace battle mockup unadulterated flesh season of plenty life on far planets this one in particular backup system angels and hat men ladies of the night accidental collusion intentional chaos will to power wont to shame acronymical truth prison politic unequivocal device prayer endings amen random violence any number of senses innocence lost a shovel full of Eden plastered in Paris father as bitch same gender parents man as God holy remembrance holy cow mythical union forward thinkers successful committee i didn't mean to a bad seed the good son overkill homing pigeons Christ on a toothpick sincere prostitute solemn oath They sat in a circle, the two of them. Theirs was a shared awareness of no thing. Infinite possibility, a vision of lords, dansed between them, will of Creator, wisp of eessence. Incapable of boredom, with some sense of humor, a combined energy, was given birth the moment. Having no sense of entitlement, not only did they not name the Child... Time, it was loosed, allowed a will of its own. These of the circle yawned as their Child adopted a spirical tone, wrapped itself in Universe, mad inventions of its own. These made a terrible howling and the parents, annoyed by the Child's noisome toys, allowed the two-sided circle to close. Thus were erected the heir apparent and errant parent. This spoiled Child, angry and alone, playing in the blood of its mud, began to manufacture discontent and a creature whose image mirrored what it imagined it might be, given mortality and physical form. These chose to idolize themselves and porcelain Gods in their image. The Child, Time, swore a fury of vengeance upon these it had made, that they would wither away, face all ways a declining and decrepit flesh, hunger ever more for youth as Time itself devoured all before and about them. Finally each moment was named for this merciless master. The hollow spheres of its kingdom were erected temples owned in the name given the master and that name was GOD. fidelity of flesh unintentional idol death after life...

Up the ladder: I apologize to Italians

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.3333335
Weighted score: 4.9205313
Overall Rank: 9434
Posted: July 1, 2003 7:22 PM PDT; Last modified: July 1, 2003 7:22 PM PDT
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[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.165.71 | 1-Jul-03/8:48 PM | Reply
Ok, your long introduction was... long.. i skipped it after reading maybe 25% of it. It was also vague and looked like senseless babble.

But your ending was interesting and well written, but lacks a creative presentation and form. It does have a very nice mind tickling point that makes me wonder what exactly are you saying. I'll save my vote in hopes of seeing you rewrite this.
[6] Mona Lisa @ 195.92.168.168 | 2-Jul-03/1:41 PM | Reply
This one has lots of potential but the formation of verse destroys the flow and its like a hybrid of 3 maybe 4 poems with conflicting points all over the place. 6
[7] oftherealm @ 4.136.63.94 | 14-Apr-04/7:15 AM | Reply
i'd hav to agree with Supreme.. intolerably lengthy, but maybe you meant it that way - due to the subject?
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