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polluted mind,
outnumbered,
weak and confined</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Carina Fosse)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 15:34:03 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="pollutedpoetry" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>PollutedPoetry</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title></title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PollutedPoetry/~3/L0MyLUBzXbQ/murder-of-crows-suddenly-blacken-desert.html</link><category>birds</category><category>vultures</category><category>death</category><category>ravens</category><category>warnings</category><category>crows</category><category>poems</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carina Fosse)</author><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 19:09:22 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052774466087876534.post-45063778675602680</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-10T04:09:22.009+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>a murder of crows
suddenly blacken the desert sky
echoing squaks
omniscent warnings
what do they imply?

is something coming?
I watch the birds fly by.

A congress of ravens
now flock above...&lt;br/&gt;
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guilty fears that I keep confined
there is no way to displace them
poetry lets me embrace them

I brood and dwell on each dark thought
collect them til I'm...&lt;br/&gt;
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explanations and morals
fictional guidance&lt;br/&gt;
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my pale reflection
rippling in Lake Bodom

it's eerie past
a reflection of my own
I see my lost teenage soul

I feel a strange connection
to the horrors of this...&lt;br/&gt;
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but I'm way to lost to care
Dazed in this hazy fog
bloodshot vision is unclear

Choking through this smog
I try to remain cautious
Searching for fresh air
I'm sickened...&lt;br/&gt;
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a renaissance man to some degree
artist of spoken word,
philosopher, published novelist and emcee.

A divine inspiration
He meant the world to me

He was a character
brilliant and...&lt;br/&gt;
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I must do it right
I have got to stop screwing up
my so called life

I've got to create goals
and make a change for the better
instead of living life
like it's already...&lt;br/&gt;
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was a day I will never forget
aired lived on international television
2,993 deaths
murdered by our own weapons
commercial airliner jets

The day that I knew that...&lt;br/&gt;
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I have never lied!
share too much about myself
just to prove
that I have nothing to hide

but the truth can bend,
warp and divide
I convince myself it's true
so, it is now my...&lt;br/&gt;
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devoted to desire
this demonic will
will soon transpire

blackened soul
disturbed mind
no control
trapped and entwined

how long will it hide?&lt;br/&gt;
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She's Spawn from this Cradle of Filth and has been Enslaved since birth
she is a Lamb of God with a luminous beauty like Norma Jean
but when...&lt;br/&gt;
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but everyone else does
I love who ever I am
so please don't judge

you claim to know
people just like me
you stereo type
and choose to spite me

you don't know me at all
or...&lt;br/&gt;
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the scene, the trends
following the stream
play hard until it ends

drifting with the tide
crashing like a wave
washed up and beaten
I am nothing to save&lt;br/&gt;
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no dream
no chance for us to suceed

there is no oasis,
no waterfalls
no sparkly palm trees

there is no hope
no future
no you and no me&lt;br/&gt;
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The cynics have doubt
in the good in humanity.
They are virtuous through self-control
and avoid the worlds vanity.

Skeptics just disbelieve
that predetermined knowledge is real.
Doubt...&lt;br/&gt;
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embedded
through my veins
spreaded

streamlined poison
onslaught
unbearable burden
overwrought

venomous demon
inserted
innocent, corrupt
converted

infectious...&lt;br/&gt;
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Now that the love is gone
now that we've done so much wrong
now that we can't get along
now we just seem to carry on.
I don't really know
what the hell I saw in you,
actually, I do...&lt;br/&gt;
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If god is my shelter, I go homeless.If god is my power, I have a short circuit.If god is...&lt;br/&gt;
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Is there a chance the pain is here to stay?
the pain is oh so real
it's all that I can feel
Why do I want to live another day?



March 9th, 2009&lt;br/&gt;
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Don't share who are, just resist, Deny!
You can't openly serve for our country, Why?

Don't be open, go back in the closet!
Your not hetero enough...&lt;br/&gt;
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Give and take
subjected lives
The crave for war
never dies

Humans as trade
a nations investment
Misguided warfare
only fueling resentment

Excused target
Islamic Terroism
Blind devotion
a...&lt;br/&gt;
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Main Street is left in ashes

Burning homes
that the bank now owns
no hope for loans

Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac
corruption
with government back

Near Trillion dollar bailout...&lt;br/&gt;
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mind polluting, controlling
dominating and paroling
obsessive

It can make you crazy and disturbed
leave you in agitated confusion
like a...&lt;br/&gt;
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