Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Exiled
relegated to the heap pile
burning passion
smoldering to dust
and blown away

I thought may be
in one of my more foolish moments
that I could turn the tide
no need to drown


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never take their voice
never silence them
all seekers
trying to fit in
somewhere
anywhere

if in humble prayer
self righteous rage
or bleeding passion
God were to turn his back on you
close the door
refuse to listen
hope would lose all reason
chance to change why bother
no one cares to listen

have you never raged
hell's fury bent toward
some strongly held position
or just to free
some pieces of your mind
long held in check
just needing
somewhere
someone to see
the desperation
or just to satisfy
yourself at least
at least you said

my God my God
how horrible the loss
when every time
a reaching hand
a sorrowed voice
falls flat against
the hollow wall
of faces bland
and dispositions high and mighty glare
why speak
your purposes your presentations
lost beneath the heapings
of the better thans
you are suspect
you have black intentions
and oh the awful
how-dare-yous so cold
when all you thought to do
was speak your mind
and no it may not be a pretty picture
not every one has walked in gardens bright

why take their voice
refuse to listen
sometimes it's all they've got
please give them that

If God turned his back on me
Would I lose all hope of reason?
Or would hope find a reason to believe
in a God who is not there
but who is everywhere and everything
"There is no there there."


Yes the meek have inherited the earth.
Submissive to their fears of hell.
Yes I am an exile
God help me
Heretic that I am
With no rhythm and rhyme


Beautiful poem mousey1
Compassion for the exiles
thank you.

how dare yous so cold

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Thank you.

The how dare yous?...allow me to explain...there are more than one, so thus I have plurified(sic) you with an added s...the how dare yous so cold. But now that you mention it, I shall do it like this so as to make more sense...perhaps? The how-dare-yous. I don't think an apostrophe is apropriate in this case, as it is not an ownership situation, but really I could be wrong...I often am. I should have done it this way in the first place as it is meant to be ruuuuun together.

we all need
público compasivo
sometimes
and I feel that's ok.