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Chores of work, they disturb us all,
hense why we do, but we feel so tall,
everyone else seems to wade through the sludge
counting and checking the minds with a grudge
kill them? No, but to be sure, we can run.
The boy laid his head, speak easy child,
he stumbled and grew, his mind defiled,
everyone talks, but how many listen?
With a skip and a hop the man travelled, further to come,
either we're dead, or we haven't begun
because of them, we lie in ruins.
Dead on arrival, caused by the fear,
easy child easy, calm down my dear,
speak quitely, and sit with a smile,
it'll all be over, it'll all be worthwhile,
go tell the others, be fearful to yell,
not everyone should know, make sure who you tell.
For a paragraph away lies the key close on nigh
off from the front, a low place is high,
read the words carefully, make a place in your mind,
understand the flaws, don't be left behind,
make sure you know, and all shall be told.
hense why we do, but we feel so tall,
everyone else seems to wade through the sludge
counting and checking the minds with a grudge
kill them? No, but to be sure, we can run.
The boy laid his head, speak easy child,
he stumbled and grew, his mind defiled,
everyone talks, but how many listen?
With a skip and a hop the man travelled, further to come,
either we're dead, or we haven't begun
because of them, we lie in ruins.
Dead on arrival, caused by the fear,
easy child easy, calm down my dear,
speak quitely, and sit with a smile,
it'll all be over, it'll all be worthwhile,
go tell the others, be fearful to yell,
not everyone should know, make sure who you tell.
For a paragraph away lies the key close on nigh
off from the front, a low place is high,
read the words carefully, make a place in your mind,
understand the flaws, don't be left behind,
make sure you know, and all shall be told.
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I feel... defiled. :0)
Stryke wrote:
> Damn. Mr Happy has spotted somone. Grix has informed me he's going to play with
> me. I cannot spot it. It's cool, but there's a hidden meaning, right?
You what? That was easy to spot. It's the first thing I look for whenever I read a poem, especially one by Grix!
> Damn. Mr Happy has spotted somone. Grix has informed me he's going to play with
> me. I cannot spot it. It's cool, but there's a hidden meaning, right?
You what? That was easy to spot. It's the first thing I look for whenever I read a poem, especially one by Grix!
grix, I'm sorry but I'll reveal the hidden meaning, even though it will hurt you for me to do so:
"Chores of work, they disturb us all"
Refers to the neo-classical debate on whether one should work for what one believes in, when it is squeezing the life force out of you
"hense why we do, but we feel so tall"
The deliberate mispelling of "hence" betrays the writer's lack of conviction in the next statement that he feels confident "so tall".
"everyone else seems to wade through the sludge
counting and checking the minds with a grudge"
Here the author evokes images of decay and ruin, such as those which lurk deep within his own heart, but through the veneer of the rhyming couplets he feigns happiness: the smile that says "I'm okay" while the eyes are sucide grey.
"kill them? No, but to be sure, we can run"
A profound closing question that leaves the reader begging for answers and sets the tone for the rest of the poem.
"The boy laid his head, speak easy child,
he stumbled and grew, his mind defiled,
everyone talks, but how many listen?"
The author rails against the meaninglessness of what he perceives to be the zeitgeist mentality of the world around him. Through references to youth he envokes images of innocence and naivity before shattering them with the harsh "defiled", surely refering to Freudian teachings about the latent desires left by the subconscious child memory in us all.
"With a skip and a hop the man travelled, further to come,
either we're dead, or we haven't begun"
Here the author adds another taget to his hitlist "the Man", or the government, who he perceives to have created teh shattered childhood innocence that he cites in the previous line. He blames the government for creating a generation who doesn't know whether it is dead or alive.
"because of them, we lie in ruins."
Another harsh conclusion from the bitter mind of the author. He contemplates the role of givernment intervention in the economy, clearly railing against Keynsian teaching and prefering instead the laissez-faire approach to the economy.
"Dead on arrival, caused by the fear,
easy child easy, calm down my dear,"
The author adds the postal service to the target list here, "Dead on arrival", for its failure to deliver the living being that would render his inner-child and innocence-enraptured self alive again. Consignia has damned him to an unhappy future. Yet with the "calm down my dear" he reveals the persistent desire to be reunited with that inner-child even if it means waiting for the benefits in efficiency brought to the postal service by the introduction of private competition into the market.
"speak quitely, and sit with a smile,
it'll all be over, it'll all be worthwhile,"
The author accepts his fate as taht of the perpetually doomed. He tells the reader to accept the lifetime of emptiness because beyond there is heaven and blinding light and happiness purer than white. Heaven, he says, is the only thing worth living for, and he cannot die, for suicide of any form would bar the gates of heaven to him, so his answer is to sit and smile, because in the end heaven represents life eternal, and in that context any amount of suffering born upon him by government economic policy and consignia is irrelevant.
"go tell the others, be fearful to yell,
not everyone should know, make sure who you tell."
The author reveals the point of the poem, that some people shoudl reach the same conclusion as him, so that they can join him in heaven and make his afterlife even more spectacular. However, he divides himself from what he terms the "plebs" elsewhere in his works, whom he deigns unworthy of the knowledge, due to their unawareness of macroeconomic policy and postal inefficiency.
"For a paragraph away lies the key close on nigh
off from the front, a low place is high,"
Although the author refers to a "paragraph away" this is the poem's final stanza and as such there are no more paragraphs in which to find "the key": the answer to all the problems to which he has refered. In the next line he shows the intangibility of his solution, it is nowhere to be seen and yet everywhere and turns white into black and vice versa. It is the butane epiphany that rekindles the inner child, but it is hidden from us all.
"read the words carefully, make a place in your mind,
understand the flaws, don't be left behind,
make sure you know, and all shall be told"
The poem ends suddenly with no final rhyme; no catharsis; no closure. To the author this is indicative of all of our lives: an empty sullen existence without closure. Unless you take heed of his advice; wait with a smile because in the end you will find happiness eternal; which for him is "a place in your mind".
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The poem attacks everything that we perceive to be unchangeable. It's meaning is that heaven is the only place where any closure, any catharsis will be allowed and that heaven is a place in your mind: a subjective reality that one creates for oneself.
It's deep man, real deep.
"Chores of work, they disturb us all"
Refers to the neo-classical debate on whether one should work for what one believes in, when it is squeezing the life force out of you
"hense why we do, but we feel so tall"
The deliberate mispelling of "hence" betrays the writer's lack of conviction in the next statement that he feels confident "so tall".
"everyone else seems to wade through the sludge
counting and checking the minds with a grudge"
Here the author evokes images of decay and ruin, such as those which lurk deep within his own heart, but through the veneer of the rhyming couplets he feigns happiness: the smile that says "I'm okay" while the eyes are sucide grey.
"kill them? No, but to be sure, we can run"
A profound closing question that leaves the reader begging for answers and sets the tone for the rest of the poem.
"The boy laid his head, speak easy child,
he stumbled and grew, his mind defiled,
everyone talks, but how many listen?"
The author rails against the meaninglessness of what he perceives to be the zeitgeist mentality of the world around him. Through references to youth he envokes images of innocence and naivity before shattering them with the harsh "defiled", surely refering to Freudian teachings about the latent desires left by the subconscious child memory in us all.
"With a skip and a hop the man travelled, further to come,
either we're dead, or we haven't begun"
Here the author adds another taget to his hitlist "the Man", or the government, who he perceives to have created teh shattered childhood innocence that he cites in the previous line. He blames the government for creating a generation who doesn't know whether it is dead or alive.
"because of them, we lie in ruins."
Another harsh conclusion from the bitter mind of the author. He contemplates the role of givernment intervention in the economy, clearly railing against Keynsian teaching and prefering instead the laissez-faire approach to the economy.
"Dead on arrival, caused by the fear,
easy child easy, calm down my dear,"
The author adds the postal service to the target list here, "Dead on arrival", for its failure to deliver the living being that would render his inner-child and innocence-enraptured self alive again. Consignia has damned him to an unhappy future. Yet with the "calm down my dear" he reveals the persistent desire to be reunited with that inner-child even if it means waiting for the benefits in efficiency brought to the postal service by the introduction of private competition into the market.
"speak quitely, and sit with a smile,
it'll all be over, it'll all be worthwhile,"
The author accepts his fate as taht of the perpetually doomed. He tells the reader to accept the lifetime of emptiness because beyond there is heaven and blinding light and happiness purer than white. Heaven, he says, is the only thing worth living for, and he cannot die, for suicide of any form would bar the gates of heaven to him, so his answer is to sit and smile, because in the end heaven represents life eternal, and in that context any amount of suffering born upon him by government economic policy and consignia is irrelevant.
"go tell the others, be fearful to yell,
not everyone should know, make sure who you tell."
The author reveals the point of the poem, that some people shoudl reach the same conclusion as him, so that they can join him in heaven and make his afterlife even more spectacular. However, he divides himself from what he terms the "plebs" elsewhere in his works, whom he deigns unworthy of the knowledge, due to their unawareness of macroeconomic policy and postal inefficiency.
"For a paragraph away lies the key close on nigh
off from the front, a low place is high,"
Although the author refers to a "paragraph away" this is the poem's final stanza and as such there are no more paragraphs in which to find "the key": the answer to all the problems to which he has refered. In the next line he shows the intangibility of his solution, it is nowhere to be seen and yet everywhere and turns white into black and vice versa. It is the butane epiphany that rekindles the inner child, but it is hidden from us all.
"read the words carefully, make a place in your mind,
understand the flaws, don't be left behind,
make sure you know, and all shall be told"
The poem ends suddenly with no final rhyme; no catharsis; no closure. To the author this is indicative of all of our lives: an empty sullen existence without closure. Unless you take heed of his advice; wait with a smile because in the end you will find happiness eternal; which for him is "a place in your mind".
--------
The poem attacks everything that we perceive to be unchangeable. It's meaning is that heaven is the only place where any closure, any catharsis will be allowed and that heaven is a place in your mind: a subjective reality that one creates for oneself.
It's deep man, real deep.
same here, took a couple of minutes but I spotted it.
Oh, yeah.
"Very cool, Grixy boy. It's obvious you spent a long time on this. I wish I could write as gud as u. u are my god, grixy."
;-)
"Very cool, Grixy boy. It's obvious you spent a long time on this. I wish I could write as gud as u. u are my god, grixy."
;-)
I SEE IT!
Just now. Genius!
Just now. Genius!
Damn. Mr Happy has spotted somone. Grix has informed me he's going to play with me. I cannot spot it. It's cool, but there's a hidden meaning, right?
I shall look harder.
I shall look harder.
*lights turn on in Mr.Happy's eyes*
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
clever, grix, very clever.
i forgive you all your rhyming couplets/
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
clever, grix, very clever.
i forgive you all your rhyming couplets/
I'm pretty useless at poetry so I must commend you, that was good stuff.
Mr. Happy wrote:
>run-on lines to hide the rhymes
doh! I go vitriolic about rhyming and do it inadvertently myself.
I didn't want to sound critical in a bad way... It was positive critcism, I hope. I'm just re-reading what I wrote and I don't want you to think I'm being harsh or anything like that.
*pictures Grix running around as Dogboy*
how could anyone be?
:-)
>run-on lines to hide the rhymes
doh! I go vitriolic about rhyming and do it inadvertently myself.
I didn't want to sound critical in a bad way... It was positive critcism, I hope. I'm just re-reading what I wrote and I don't want you to think I'm being harsh or anything like that.
*pictures Grix running around as Dogboy*
how could anyone be?
:-)
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