A Game in Poetical Sciences

[Zen]

Everyone Hey!

I know I haven't been around for a while, I've just sorta been plummin around searchin for something or anything really, just on the look out I guess for some inspirational whatnot or whathaveyou. Anyways, this idea came ot me for some reason and here was the soil in which this seed demanded it's tilling.

This Game in my head, is basically something that's been done before I"m sure, but I want everyone to play, and to try and even to not try when you know the feeling within the moment isn't requesting it.

Everyone needs to write a piece of poetry, it has no bounds on it except for one little piece of boundary minutia. The theme or topic... the subject under scrutiny to the creators hands of analytical and yes completely nonsensical, and even at times both of these at once, thought, is up to my discretion. This pertains to any and all relations of time and space to this stipulation, but to keep in tow with this massive iron fist of subjective denounciation, no single poem or piece of work will be turned down or disapproved of simply because, hypothetically all poetry describes every one thing.

I haven't decided on a point system or if there even should be one I just wanna hear peoples thoughts here. So ....

:Let's Begin!

This weeks topic shall beeeeee?!?!?!!

classification among societies, elitism, anything pertaining to the assertation of ones superiority above another simply by reason of opinion, not matter of fact.... I hope that reaches out to you all.

Good luck! And I'm lookin forward to reading every letter, punctuation and spaces inbetween the lines and each.

Peace~

[Dr.Chronic]

My poem: Behind Red Eyes

The garden beyond the harizon, far acrost the plains, screams an invitation that seems to twist and call my name. Beyond the sunlight glazed, burning far and bright, consuming the natural mystical satchel of truth, on this blood red sky night.

My eyes tell a story, worth a thousand pages, veins seem to be casms, casms damned in my eyes. The weakness that falls apon me is the ecstasy of my nature, the monkey jumping from branch to branch, falling in my mental chamber.

Behind red eyes, is understandably clear, persuit for peace and enlightenment arnt always so near. The main way to truth is to look into my eyes, looking back in the same perception not a strange disguise.


.. Thankyou very much (elvis tone) lol

well hope it wasnt too bad guys, im only fourteen so please be gentle LOL punctuation is fukd i think so hey review the thing 'between the lines' lol

Peace

Forest Man

[youthy-essa]

prime minister, president and queen,
baby, todler,adolecent to teen
bisexual,homosexual and hetro,
r&b, hip-hop dance to retro
chav, townie,emo,goth and gurly
batting eye lashes being flurty
society makes us grow in different ways
one thing to be sure of is tax's to raise
kids and adults and back in the day
when nothing matter no price to pay
we love we grow we try
we hurt we hate we die

[Zen]

So, you think your better than me?
That's not the only question I see,
Cause your seein me lookin back at ye
Unshakingly and confidently
Subliminally questioning your own personal authority
Directly instilling these doubst into your psyche
Now you're askin the powers that be how it could be
That you, me and we aren't seeing with our eyes together quite as horizontally
As previously your presence, which is presently presented as pathetic to one who can see past what it is that it has been representing,
has always been fortunately more dominating,
By elevating itself to a higher ring of egocentric supremacy
Atrophieding your clarity of the reality surrounding your situational positioning
Leaving your perception a little blurry and your hearing a little fuzzy
Because behind the self-inflated arrogance there's next to nothing for defence
Another little puppy barking from the otherside of a chain link fence
Soon you will be witnessing the predacy shift like the winds
Lifting the prey into the nature of a predator
Twirlin with visions, your thoughts should be spinning
Like these lyrical eggs I've been scrambling
Like the yolk of your soul in the frying pan of your
escape mechanism
Isn't it funny how after you've spent all this energy
To lower others through tyranny
Has finally left you with nothing
But misery will come often to you visiting
Wondering how you be, Ultimately leaving you as well
When you have nothing new to say
Which I'm sorry to say will start after today
This is the day which the meek shall make their movements
This is their inheritence which you've been standing on so gloatingly
Impressively showing to yourself how impressive you are
Trying adamantly to repesent your general publicity as a tough ass mother fucker of total unequality and generally makin people believe it to be
Either willing to accept it or unwilling enough not to let it be
Now you've run into me
Like a river flowing to the sea
Welcome home Sonny
You're not behind your fence anymore little puppy
There are always gonna be bigger fishies
And if the only thing you have bigger are your wishes
Than it's gonna be your ship that's sinkin
In your own wishy washy watery ideology
Rock solid belief in the oppression of those that are differently seeming
Uncompromising to your fixations
Your end isn't a happy destination
The people are rising
The masses are agreeing
Your kind had better start fleeing
You'll be the one bleeding for all the scars you have caused
Viva la revolution

Peace~