Thorbart Presents Poetry by Thorb

In the time of now   south garden
we all think to be ourselves
then like all the ones before
for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
nope      south garden
or not like a rope dangling    
off the limb of an old oak
fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
if weakness prevails.



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Posted: 8/25/2006 9:41:39 AM

till you allow yourself to fall into grace
no amount of preaching will lead you out of the fog
trying to explain an expressionless face
will only frustrate others and screw up the log
though if you really want to do it, we are not here to say no
its your time and money so go ahead with the show

leave one scarred, weak and wan after assaults of the battle plan
belittle that you and you and you until the mutilation is through
then preach to the converted over the unmarked graves
pat your own back for the nobody that was saved
tie a ribbon on the third finger left then take it off just to impress
that guest was brought over from a deprived nation
misunderstanding the culture of insult unification

where would it be if everyone agreed and preachers were nolonger valid
the sins were all gone and hymnns were just songs hummed while eating the salid

drugs fill your life just as much as us others for everything you consume is infected brother
if you rejected them all there would be no more calls from the selfrighteous unelected mothers

there's nowhere to go in this day and age to avoid parts per million
some day we'll see no totality could set us free of the billion [dollar babies]
crazy words from the absurd are a bit like turds that you flush
then later along like a forgotten song they fertalize the rest of us.

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here is another random poem.







ya gotta beat that tribal nature

don't ya know we're basically people

homo whatever ya choose to please

ya can tell the church by the steeple

be careful else ya may spread disease



develop together

a part of the weather

some light like a feather

consumed in the heather



some tan pigmentation 

command designation

plan insemination

remand integration

ban simplification

demand indignation

can justification

some damn recreation



who is to say the way

delay the long sleep

keep your faith in humanity

sanity strays into the deep



people cross over

cross under

across

asunder



blunder through now

through how this time

blues tunes and rhyme

make kind of a sign 



like a cow

standing in mud

chewing cud

watched by Jud

drinking Bud 

or is that smoking

just kind’a joking

stroking those ole fires

remembering camp choirs

from fantasy flyers

Hollywood desires

mired in pyres of fancy

Nancy, Ron, Yoko, John

whatever you turned on

you turned on



duelling sociability

fuelling instability

agility shone 

a meteor at night

like an awe inspired site

epiphany delight

whatever felt alright

could be wrong



we are all in this together

alone in mind

finding shared kindness

the best design



nobody gets out alive

doesn't go back to dust

molecules of carbon

oxidising rust



gone is the lust

the love of the life

gone is a doubt trust

a perpetual strife



just got a whiff a me

could this be epiphany?







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======= initial top of head rant ----------- from after watching Braveheart 



ya gotta beat that tribalistic nature

ya know we're just people

homo whatever you please



brains develop together

a part of the weather

some light as a feather

consumed in the heather



tan pigmentation 

ban simplification

command indignation

demand designation



plan insemination

can justification

span integration

damn recreation



who is to say the way

delay the long sleep

keep your faith in humanity

sanity strays into the deep



people cross over

cross under

across

asunder



blunder through now

through how this time

blues tunes and rhyme

kind of a sign 



like a cow

standing in mud

chewing cud

watched by Jud

drinking Bud 

or is that smoking

just kind’a joking

stroking those ole fires



remembering camp choirs

from fantasy flyers

Hollywood desires

mired in pyres of fancy

Nancy, Ron, Yoko and John

whatever you turned on

you turned on



duelling sociability

fuelling instability

an agility shone like a meteor in the night

awe inspired delight

epiphany?








 


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