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Analogous To Tower 7: Ameaning
Analogous To Tower 7: Am.. San Fernando Valley, Los.. / United States, Male, 42
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  • POEM: Mirror by yoonoos peerbocus (7/15/2017 2:50:00 PM)

    To me, this is like a declaration of sorts. Not so much the content as the structure, I would say. If I recall correctly, having read several poems of you, this seems slightly different. Whatever you are up to, is very nice. I smiled.

  • POEM: Burial Of A Poem by Tomas Prato (12/23/2016 3:06:00 PM)

    I wish my poems dug that deep, fossilized into history. I hope my poetry is crappy enough to last as long.

  • POEM: Destroying Heroes by Analogous to Tower 7 Ameaning (12/23/2016 1:44:00 PM)

    I am glad this poem is capable of challenging your sense of coherency. I'd like to think that if you ponder it further you will find out just how incoherent that sense really is. My goal is for my poems to destroy the social narrative that supplies people's general sense of identity, duty, purpose. Superficially I am merely calling everyone bad, or evil; subliminally I am suggesting you really need help, badly. If you cannot hate what makes you capable of forming a coherent reconciliation towards this grotesquely horrific life experience, generally called today, then I think it's my role, vocation, function, is to dramatically & imaginatively call your bluff. In my world pride is the apex of sorrow & apathy is relative to agony. It can't make sense and be real, and it can't be real unless it makes sense; that is where poetry forms. Think about it like this, the fraud that modern clegy, of any sect, is based on the original role of poetry as the medium between what we know/knew and the real reason we know/knew it. What else is any God but simply uncertainty, a symbol for the unfathomable complexity of a single person's life. Poetry internalizes this conflict manifesting as an identity, clergy externalize it (disarm you) culminating is a god/fraud. So, if you can fix this poem that is what you think about you life. Find, which really means fabricate, or make up, the true meaning of this off the wall, rambled in shambles gibberishly silly poetic mess, and find out how much less a person you are for it, for being able to do it. Do what? Why, do something that doesn't mean shit, nor will ever matter. Can you make that risk and take that chance? Now, what's wrong with this poem [to you]?

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