I Too Have Seen The Greatest..I Too Have Seen the Greatest Minds of My Generation by L. Andrew R. (February 2004)I Too Have Seen The Greatest..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Allen Ginsberg once said, "I saw the best minds of my generation…"
He spoke of the ravages of his generation in the 50s.
But in this year, in this day,
In my contemporaries,
I too have seen the greatest minds of my generation.
I too have seen the greatest minds of my generation,
Dashed against the rocks that we refer to as the "teen years".
I have seen them fall into the darkness from the light that they were raised to embrace.
I have seen my generation crumble under the weight of these years.
The greatest years of one's life become a vicious cycle of drugs, alcoholism, sex, and violence before these great minds know the power of addiction, the pain of the bottle, what it is to love, and the meaning behind violence.
I too have seen the greatest minds of my generation.
I have seen the degradation of friendship from someone that one can trust unconditionally into comrades of circumstance and meaningless b
Men Who Rule The World.Men Who Rule The World.12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fiddle the figures and find all the facts,
Just take a good look at how backwards you act.
You kept moving forwards and never looked back,
Your movement so scripted your timing exact.
Your bubblegum lies and your painted on smiles,
Who needs emotions when you've got that much style.
Your empty ideas, blow away in the wind,
Demons came knocking, you let them all in.
It's beautiful and pretty but it's all gone away,
I really do wish, that I had more to say.
The Loss of HumanityThe Loss of Humanity11 years ago in Open More Like This
We've gone too fast
flown too high
waxy wings melting in the sun
a lovely little lie
it's all under control
we are the great creators
left to struggle with creation
cope with our false manifestations
a world around us built inside us
-pause a second
take a break
sit in silence
Scar Me, Scarling.Scar Me, Scarling.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet Heart Dealer, you come to me in my dreams
Smoke fills the room
My soul tears at the seams
Plexiglass shatters and broken hearts fall
In the wonder of it all
The hearts are now clear, the flowers are grey
Starlight's in the sky
The wolves are at bay
But the blood has been spilt and we've already died
In a world filled with truth, why did we lie?
Squint Your EyesSquint Your Eyes11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like I always do;
I've ruined it.
I've crushed my agreeable tumor.
And blinded my eyes
with its ash
I'll grab handfuls of this
and fill my mouth
until it drops
from my lips
of maligned midnight musings.
across my maroon lacquered
where I may rest my head
And speak o
white lines on the horizon.white lines on the horizon.11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I close all the curtains..
hide from the world in..
the bed that I bought..
back when we were an item
kiss me with your amateur..
every move that you make..
is a beautiful thing
she meets with a smile..
that she's trying to hide..
with tears in her eyes..
the boy she once left for dead
I said I'm not moving..
until the ground falls from beneath our feet.
there's nothing worth living for..
more than moments like this
you push me away..
I fade.. into silhouette.
time can heal almost anything..
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
New YorkNew York11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My mind wanders as I put pen to paper. New York, who knows what fuckin' year, somewhere near Wall Street, or what was Wall Street, nobody can really tell but for the sign 20 yards away. It doesn't matter.
I had a large band of partisans, about 100 of us in total. We were holding a hill of debris by some large bombed-out building. We had pretty good cover. We had about 4 SAW's, a Browning .50 MG, and a couple of RPG's, the rest of us either had M16's or AK's, standard fair really. I myself carried an M4, 2 lovely .45's, a rather large knife, and a saber which had come in handy many a time despite it being a bit eccentric.
Carlos, my adjutant, approached me at around noon. He said he'd spotted roughly a company of police, a rare sight these days, and not much else, but we could smell a greater presence backing them up. Shit, I could tell it would be a long day.
I figured I should go check on the men,
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
still in bodies of boys,
there's a tiny hand pulling the trigger.
Killing with guns
when they're still playing with toys,
troops get smaller as conflict gets bigger.
If they don't grow up now,
they won't get the chance,
Virtue's just a victim of circumstance.
Guns at the ready, men,
open fire they cry.
But they'll cry even harder
for an eight year old martyr
knowing somewhere the system has failed,
now the children are learning to die.
Hail to the ThiefHail to the Thief11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
most of us will never find what we want, and that is a constant in human existence...
A travesty that some higher being set for us...
We try to fill ourselves with thing that are meaning less to the big picture... And it seems in our government is playing the moral fiber that vaguely exists within humans. We call them our leaders, that we elect these men and women to make decisions for us that i believe we could handle better then they do...
They pocket our hard earned money for their personal gain…
Criminals we let get away…
Our youth thinking of nothing literally…
To lazy to realize that they are the future, but what will your future look like when our generation is done. So much war and hate and sickness…
Will there be a future to look forward to?
Or will our future be there when we come of age?
I ask these questions in a hope to wake those who sleep…
A drunken stupor, a high stupor
Can we wake? Can we rise to see another day, or will we lie down into that the dying of the light?
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In life it doesn't matter what people say or do, only what you take from it.
It only matters what you think, it's your life to live
The most important person in your life is you. Remember this.
You will always be there for yourself
Take care of yourself.
Take care of the people that love you, try for you, and hope for you.
To have a friend you must be a friend.
Learn to love and you will love life.
Open your mind, understand
Forgive, never forget
It's life's lessons and pains that teach us
Not everything happens for a certain, predestined reason
It happens so you can learn from it, take from it, and use it for your benefit,
Always keep trying.
Never give up
Never give in
You are a strong person
You will persevere
With love and hope,
VengeanceVengeance11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil screams and Death takes hold
while smoke curls from my smile
my fists are vindication
and weapons guard my soul
I empty the chamber again
winds whip my dark figure
another is fallen
my blade is calling
another name gone
another is added
while darkness surrounds us all
angelic gauntlet fists with two barrels dry
they thirst for more and blood soaks the Earth
I call down the river, my sword in hand
a light inside and dark without
I see him there
I see the stare
and plunge the blade within
another name gone
the Evil is many
I'll fight for Good as long as I live
we mark the day of the greatest battle
it is our end, it is our triumph
I stared at the manI stared at the man11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I stared at the man, suddenly, shockingly, realizing who he was.
The steam from my breakfast wafted up into my nostrils. 2 hotcakes, tasting more like stainless steal than batter… but that was alright, you could coat them with cheap lard and drown them with artificial maple flavour (with added caramel colour) and they would slide right down.
My pitiful pile of eggs cowered in the corner of my Styrofoam tray; their nutrients whipped away, leaving them flavourless, hidden underneath the dripping residue of whatever my preprocessed sausage patty and biscuit had been cooked in.
I bit into my hashbrown, carefully wrapped in a waxpaper sheath so I could not feel with my fingers the half-cup of oil I was ingesting.
I. I had been degraded to this. I, the strong savage adventurer of the great white north, I, who had survived for days on end what was mine to trap in the bush, I, who had lived with the scent of pines in my breath, who was raised by the Naskapi, who was strengthened by the rich me
Late Night Feelings.Late Night Feelings.11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Im re-evaluating everything I am..
I thought id tell you, so that you can understand.
Just so you can go around and come around again..
Dont forget, that things could never be the same.
And now your luck runs out, your at my door again..
make you look like a drowned rat standing in the pouring rain.
I stand beside you, I cant close my eyes..
Please wont you whisper to me all your sweet lies.
I feel so easy shaking in your eyes..
I thought I'd feel this way the rest of my life.
But if you decide again to walk away..
Left in a daze as you were changing lanes.
All the things I tried so hard to say..
Explain the ways I nearly died today.
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
of storms and skysee my hair dance wild as wind-strings jerk it about//hear the ocean-wind heave itself against us all- crashing into our eyes and mouth//feel the winter-wind brush our skins in summer//then inhale the heaviness of air and sink through the dirt- because darling, you dont deserve gods beautiful violence.of storms and sky7 years ago in Other More Like This
(it drags the tree by its leaves saying kiss your trunk, kiss it and it does; releasing with a snap. the other trees flitter-flutter violently, crying within the cacophony of rain on concrete. white stars fall where light exists, and only sound where it disappears. the sky -the colour of sunburnt skin- watches it all with hunger. and then a moment we are swallowed. gumtrees, rain, earth; we are all night sky now. but our eyes open and the rain is no more, dew on grass. and the wind is no more, only breath.)
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
Romance My Chemical RomanceRomance9 years ago in General More Like This
I Brought You My Bullets, You Gave Me Your Love
The man stirred on the forest floor, his eyelids heavier than ever. He was thankful of the sleep itself, but the dreams he had been given were simply even more horrible to bear than his actual reality.
He was pathetic, a soul, ragged and worn, who had seen too much in the past few hours. He had been shocked and appalled; the last thing he would have ever expected. It had driven him to pop a few pills in the night, most of which he hoped had been slept off, but there was still a cloudiness, a dreamlike haze that lingered in his mind. He sat up, groggy and dizzy only to find a headache that had been hiding from him. He looked to the ground; the sunlight that was shining through the foliage on the luscious leaves blinded him slightly. The mood was not right now. The night he had spent in the forest had been the most perfectly gloomy atmosphere he needed. Now, the sun was laughing at h
Occidental AttackOccidental Attack11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since the beginning, you have divided. You divided religion from faith, then you divided religion into a million different religions, each one different, each one more and more lost. Churches so divided they shun other churches and whole peoples over details insignificant to your faith and against the teachings of your God. You divided faith from work, from government, from life and from love. You divided your work and your play. You divided your government into inoperability. You divided your life into years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. You divided love from sex, sex from passion, and passion from caring. You divided your country from your king, your land from your people, your souls from your minds.
You divided the people you enslaved and killed, and then taught them to divide themselves when you were not around.
I am in love with unity.
Can you see where that might be a problem?
Education for AllFor many, education is the keystone of a successful life, but not everyone learns alike. Since everyone learns differently, this spectrum of ways to learn should be a tool in the arsenal of education. Since everyone learns differently, teachers should teach differently; different styles of teaching should be embraced. Since everyone learns differently, there should be multiple paces of learning, more of a hill than steps, five or seven paces of class. Since everyone learns differently, everyone should learn differently.Education for All6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
There are numerous learning style inventories one can take, and numerous outcomes on each inventory. One standardized format could be presented, and from there teaching could be designed around the result of each student. With that, since independence is a commonly respected ideal, electives should be more common, as mandatory classes tend to bog down the system, and sometimes hurt the students who hold minimal interest in the subject. That is not to say that basic clas
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.