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The Lesson of Icarus by saren, literature

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The Lesson of Icarus

The Lesson of Icarus They said that I had perished. Fleeing from my shame, I let it stand. As I washed up on the shore Spitting sand and coughing blood I was content to let my name Mingle with the mud. Wash out with an unforgiving tide. I watched sodden feathers drift away, Gathered those I could with reverence, Stolen flight and damp decay. I carry them still. Feathers and my memories. My father was a demanding man. A perfectionist, ever striving Never satisfied till the latest object Of his attention had given up its secrets Beneath his questing fingers. He never looked back when I fell. All too long ago he had learnt eve

Weapons of Mass Retraction by saren, literature

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Weapons of Mass Retraction

This global city with silicon spiders spinning their webs. Crib sheets for the talking heads that sit in their boxes like foxes. And we're in the hen house. How can you colour code fear? When it all blends together? With your media blitzes and your weapons of mass retraction. Inaction. Distraction. What's the stock market doing today? It's all okay. We're winning this war. (And which war was that again?) If we ask questions then the terrorists win. Patriotism is being measured by the number of flags on the back of your SUV. We don't want to see the big picture We don't want another lecture on the environment Or civil liberty or

Full of Grace by saren, literature

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Full of Grace

Full of Grace I marvel at the way you move all fluid grace. You laugh and wonder how I say such things While keeping a straight face. When the sparkle of your eyes lights the room Hold me now till sunrise flees the moon You have rolled away my stone And released me from my tomb. Is it trite to speak of love when push has never Come to shove? Grace is the only word that comes to mind. Given but not deserved. Impossible to earn. I trust your eyes. Our wedding song is playing on the radio. I pause to listen, remembering the moment When 'I can' became 'I do'. Grace is the thought that takes me back to you.

Pimping the Light Fantastic by saren, literature

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Pimping the Light Fantastic

Pimping the Light Fantastic: I met a man named John and it hit me like a fashion model with a baseball bat like the smile on a cat that you can never measure for sincerity... ... we are all prostitutes. Selling the best image of ourselves to any interested party. From womb to tomb. From the street corners to the board room take away our playstations and we are a third world nation. with all the lice and mice and dirt and squalor with all the hurt and downtrodden starting to holler with all the hunger and the disease with all the do as you damn well please Just set the money on the table before you leave. Zeus threw lightning bo

A Digital Prometheus by saren, literature

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A Digital Prometheus

A Digital Prometheus I don't like the idea of transubstantiation. Drinking my saviour. Should I wet my lips? Take a gulp? I don't like the letter 't'. They remind me of crosses. No, I don't want to touch your wounds. It's not a matter of disbelief. But unease. They weep and ooze. Technology is my enemy. Photographs steal my soul. Blinking lights, On-off off-on. Ones and zeroes. A binary decision. Bits and pieces in byte sized mouthfuls Communion wafer chips and Mother boards. Wysiwyg Upgrade. Download. The second coming version 1.0 in a zipped .avi file. Surf the web and catch a tidal .wav by accident Stolen fire. A few momen

Beneath these Sculpted Lawns by saren, literature

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Beneath these Sculpted Lawns

Beneath these Sculpted Lawns: An Apologetica Infernum I may sleep beneath these sculpted lawns and listen to you beat your wife I may curse the coming dawn and smile when you twist the knife But I didn't build the houses here or cause the wound that makes you bleed. I have a sympathetic ear and give you what you claim to need. And if it's bleak and grey and cold I apologize… but do what I'm told. You want the fence around your yard that makes you owner of the tree. You ignore the twisting roots beneath. I know it's easier not to see. Keep your virgin sacrifice, I feed on deeper, darker things. Keep your safe and quiet life. You see t

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Beneath these Sculpted Lawns by saren, literature

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Beneath these Sculpted Lawns

A Digital Prometheus by saren, literature

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A Digital Prometheus

Pimping the Light Fantastic by saren, literature

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Pimping the Light Fantastic

Full of Grace by saren, literature

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Full of Grace

Weapons of Mass Retraction by saren, literature

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Weapons of Mass Retraction

The Lesson of Icarus by saren, literature

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The Lesson of Icarus

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Current Residence: Displaced Canadian
Favourite genre of music: Anything loud. Ska, Punk and Lyrical
Personal Quote: 'The sleeping cat has a tiger's soul" -Hungarian Proverb.

Favourite Movies

Brazil,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jethro Tull, SOAD, Dar Williams

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare, Neil Gaiman, William Blake

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angry muses and an active imagination.

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Reading, writing and mysticism

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saren

Jun 11, 2003

Not another journal...

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People seem surprised that I'm doing actual critiques on their pieces. You're welcome. Remember that it's just one armchair critics opinion. I've followed some links to some surprisingly good pieces. Lines that I think 'damn! wish I'd thought of that." I'm pretty blind when it comes to my own work. A Digital Prometheus seems to be the most popular of the pieces that I've put up but strangely 'Beneath These Sculpted Lawns" is the one that I am the most proud of... I think the rhyme scheme is tight and interesting. The message is clear. Prometheus was the work of about 20 minutes and has undergone very little editing. Lawns has been heavily w

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saren

Jun 9, 2003

Not another journal...

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With the exception of "Full of grace" which is a short short piece most of my poetry tends toward the longer and lusher. I'm not generally a fan of minimalist writing. I hope however that the pieces have a quick rhythm. Either the rhyme scheme is strong to pull the reader to the end or there is a kailedscope of images that (hopefully) keeps things interesting. That's the idea anyway. How successful I am at it *shrugs* Contemplating what to put up next. Maybe another slam poem. I have to admit, I'm enjoying doing a bit of critiquing at people's pages. Let's me get my armchair opinionism out of my system. Not sure how welcome it is though. I'

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saren

Jun 4, 2003

Not another journal...

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A Live Journal, a blog and now this... How will I ever come up with enough stuff to fill all of them? My life just isn't that interesting. I'll have to think a little more on this. Maybe I'll write this one completely in iambic pentameter or something. Off to think.

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livingpoetsociety

Sep 1, 2004

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lil-latex-doll

Jun 18, 2003

Hey there!!

First off.. Welcome to DA my friend!!!
w00t!

Secondly.. thanks so much for the wonderful comments on Regarding Fairies V2 and Mask of Catholicism (very funny comment BTW rofl

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Very much appreciated!!!

Heart

-Ariel

natdaddy

Jun 17, 2003

my canadian friend,

sorry i haven't thanked you sooner for commenting on "how you became a bitch". i do love people who take the time to really read my work and think about it. i will try and explain myself better right now.

i see what your saying about repeating a thought, but to me that is the whole point. this person was someone i cared about very much. then she started to treat me like a bitch. making me feel like a loser and worthless. so i had to pummle her with that thought(if you read it again, you will see that i am writing it as if i am talking to her.). when you are mad at someone you often repeat the same thought, just in hopes of making them feel bad for it. as for rhyming, i will go to my grave being a proud rhyming whore. most of my poetry is foder for my music. so it is writen in that way. that is also my natural writing style. not many people do it any more, but i love it.

thanks again for the comment. feel free to read more of my "stuff", and comment. it might help you understnd the whole of my writing better.

peace and love

Nathaniel

thecorr

Jun 13, 2003

hey. thank for commenting on my poem.

i really had a hard time with the whole pawing line...you're right its not powerful at all....i cant really think of anythin else as of righ now though...and i really like the idea of changing the second innocence to ignorance....*will change it to that in the revised version* thank you so much foryour comments, they were really helpful i could use feed back from people like you. i'll be keeping a watch for your work for sure