Kill em all....

Kill em all....

A Poem by Crowley
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.....and let God Sort em out.

"
Kill em all....



Line them up against the brightest of yellow walls
And unleash a fury like the maternal instincts of mother bear
The blood will fly and they will drop in unison, clamoring
Take these insecurities and bury them far from my searing mind
I will no longer listen to their infuriating whispers
I will write like I am somebody with something to say
And at the end of the day, my cup will be bone dry
Ready to be filled with confident thoughts for sharing
Will you partake of my hearts desires? They are for you after all.
If you are willing then there is but one thing left to do

Kill em all......

© 2010 Crowley


Author's Note

Crowley
...and you thought I turned bad.

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This perhaps should be a template disclaimer for the use of all writers in prefacing their work for the viewing public. The self-doubt that lingers in all of us creatively is given sensitive, insightful and honest treatment here, and it ought to be relative to anyone that has ever tried (if not, then I would doubt their integrity - like the performer who claims never to get nervous). There is an ironic sense of self-effacement here though that paradoxically (and humorously) concludes that even when we manage to overcome such self-deprecation and go ahead and 'publish-and-be-damned'...then there's always the likelihood that we will be damned.
A vicious circle of a poem; drawn decisively, and with a trusty compass.
And a great ending.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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shall i smile, say nice things and leave ?
or, shall i stay for a bit and let authentic in ?

shall i take you for a security check before you fly ?
and not allow you to take your insecurities as if you could hijack with them ?

shall i let you know what i notice about your writing ?
or, shall i let bubbles of almond champagne do the talking ?

shall i ask you to face them ?
or, shall i do an about face ?

i can never decide
thou shall have to telleth me, mister introspector

Posted 13 Years Ago


Funny, I came here just now to close my profile. Maybe I'll hang on for just a bit more... needless to say, an inspiring write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


What a wonderful poem and my favorite line is " I will write like I am somebody with something to say" - that's exactly why I write! Keep on keepin on!

GQ :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is an awesome poem....short, sweet, powerful.
"Will you partake of my hearts desires? They are for you afterall."
That is a line of pure gold......nice work love

Posted 13 Years Ago


Hmmm.... Anyone remember Columbine High School?

Posted 13 Years Ago


and while your at it, slay them dragons too ..

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is beautiful.. and something i feel so deeply. i know this feeling, i know this person, and you have written it all out in way that speaks to my innermost insecurities

a poem of strength and self-realisation.

i love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


You've always been someone with something to say... and I'm more than willing to stick around and share in the feast of hearts desire. Hell, Yes!

Posted 13 Years Ago


i hoping for a king sized smoke at the end

Posted 13 Years Ago


yep!kill them all...your poetry is always so masculine...that's wha's so very powerful about it...neat and tidy kill,my friend.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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