Thy Way to be Done

Thy Way to be Done

A Poem by E.H. Monroe
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mmmm...poetry. makes a great meal

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My ideas come in metaphysical mystical madness

In stashes for the ignorant masses

These classes burn turns the phoenix to ashes

And ashes transcend the meanings like flashes

Flash floods can’t drown the atomic titans who clashes

I am ZUES

Thunder bolt throats leaving stains of the echo

I get the last word

And the absurd thoughts read the scripture

Turn your books to page 6-6-5

It’s the brimstone page and it reads like hot fire

“And thus he trashed these fools with rules and left limbs lingering in acid blood pools

Nailed to a cross, riddled in wounds

It spins a subliminal methodical cocoon

And verse after verse the crown grows thorns

Broken in song, but the faithful sing along,

The voices in tune and eclipse the moon

And aliens will swoon in the hum of my harpoon

“Get thee hence, devil! This house is a member of the Clean-sation manifestation

And a cessation of all things

A cessation of all

A cessation

Stop

© 2011 E.H. Monroe


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good brakes, stops on a dime don't it?

I don't know how I missed this one, such a lilting rhyme scheme.....

definitely avalanche material.... did I ever tell you my problem with the word "manifest" and how the new-age-save-the-planet-greenies-and-pseudo-retro-hippies like use the word manifest like the same way they like use the word like, like?

fav line: "Thunder bolt throats leaving stains of the echo"

Now see, this is Shakespeare as he would bard today. Sorta....

Truly the galloping verse in the beginning soothes my savage breasts...breasts? I must be lonely....

strangest line: "And aliens will swoon in the hum of my harpoon"
I honestly have no F'ing idea what you're on about here...hahahaahaha
sounds damn good though.

did I mention the brakes stop on a dime?



Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the play on words in this piece. there are really strong statements in these words if you take the time to read them. This piece creates a constant movement in the imagery allowing it to play like a movie in my mind.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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how have I not read this!! shame on you for the lack of read requests! as always great! veracious and metaphysical!! surreal brilliance!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


A brilliant poem. Amazing. You express so much in just those simple and beautiful lines. You sure have a unique style of peotry and I find it very interesting and refreshing. It has a great flow and it very well written. Keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A very intrigueing passionate piece, straight to the point while keeping plenty of depth about it all. I like it

Posted 13 Years Ago


metaphysical mystical madness indeed...i like the freestyle feel of this..the thoughts onto paper very raw

Posted 13 Years Ago


Raw....in your face...dropped like a 2x4 on some wise a*s's face

Posted 13 Years Ago


There is much more here than meets the eye. I like the fluidity of this. "metaphysical mystical madness" - what wonderful words.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Internal rhyme is a favorite of mine, your very good at producing such. spoken word? slam? it's as smooth as a baby's bottom either way.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Outstanding Poem with great flow!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 3, 2011
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E.H. Monroe
E.H. Monroe

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