Hymn of the Bonekeeper(minor)
*The following is taken as an excerpt from existent narrative of which I myself have written. It is a minor hymn of the character Krevik and thus is not present in its entirety as he would have it spoken.
Rend the flesh and carve the bone
Flay the living upon bloodied stone
The youthful girl has yet to have known
That upon this night her fate is sown
For I am Krevik first and Bonekeeper last
Though latter title be wrought of vilery past
poem by Joshua Lee
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The management at Colgems Records has asked me to explain something,
which is no big surprise, because people are always asking their kids to
explain everything.
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what we think, so they can tell us why we're wrong. But for us, our
music says it all.
Like the Monkees and their new album: The Monkees Present.
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music talks to you instead of expecting you to talk to it. Get The
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Hallowed People
Hallowed death is grateful to the imaginary being,
Harmonious life startles us when you are real.
Hapless victims of a minor existence
Guarantee the pleasure of the existent ones
When the incidents shrill and accompany the luckless.
Immense ideals are stolen from the leadership,
Voicing pride along the way, voices are heard.
They are hard-to-find effects, the people work a wisdom
But fairly produced for the government
That accompanies the reality called learning.
Hideous thoughts must be put on the lines
Of written words, rows of points and facts.
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Searching the truth
Nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness....
In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.
We allow the nothingness of consciousness
As a perpetual flight of the being.
We exist in self and we exist for self,
In a cartesian duality,
In a latin con-cretum,
When the certain being surpasses that being toward nothingness.
If Jesus did not exist,
the Christians would not be existent,
But Christians are existent.
No one can deny Jesus, as Son of the God,
And say that He is non-existent, at the same time,
As Son of The God,
Because no one can deny something that
Is non-existent,
As no one can deny the real essence of the existent.
The non-existent things are part of the reality.
He is existent in the Christian's mind.
He is non-existent in other's mind.
He is in idea.
There are too many wars for this idea..
Negation of nothingness
Lead to nothingness of negation
In a double negation.
Jesus is necessary for salvation,
Jesus is essential for salvation.
We need to be sanctified,
We need to be better than we are.
Without the assertion of existence,
The negation cannot destroy it.
We have a metaphysical necessity,
While God has His necessity of Himself.
And what would be the purity of intention
And the truth
Without this?
The denial of noes, which means fertilization, at Hegel,
The absolute duty to tell the truth, at Kant...
The human lie at Schopenhauer.
The existence and the non-existence,
Seemingly, an irreconcilable antithesis....
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A Minor Key
A minor key, a minor key
has really taken over me.
It's got me low, so darned low
as low as I can ever go.
Those saddened tones with its minor 3rds
have influenced what I say with words.
So many days have passed me by
when the minor 3rds have made me cry.
Tomorrow I'll raise them a half tone
to stop the pain that seems to have grown.
Oh sweet music take me back
to a major sound. It's what I lack.
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In the past, when I shot films about fishermen and hunters, I always had to admire their ability to perceive time in its entirety. The present was always temporary.
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The purpose of narrative is to present us with complexity and ambiguity.
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In its entirety, probably, it follows us at every instant; all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.
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It Seems the English
It seems the English got it all backward:
Short teas, and long narrative poems
Until your teeth fell back into your skull
And the sun dipped deep into the Thames.
Whereas, the Japanese knew all along
The correct way, if only you had asked:
Tea, to be correct, goes on for hours
With a strictly regimented hierarchy of serving
While the poetry is an average three lines apiece
But of such profound observation
As to occupy the entirety of the tea time
And even provide material for ensuing dreams.
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Forgotten
Porous present is real
tomorrow unqualified illusion.
Live powerfully solidly
each God given day
else shade momentary
morrow may slip away.
Now reality in all entirety.
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The True Character Of God Revealed
Facts the true character of God is unchanging
God is omniscient omnipotent omnipresent
all knowing all powerful present everywhere
continuously simultaneously present throughout
whole of creation at the same instant of time
possessing complete unlimited universal power
authority Satan but limited power on God’s leash.
The only limitation
upon the power
of God
is limitations
God imposes
upon himself.
What God has said
what God has written
in his word
the inspired word
of God the Bible
is all going to occur.
As God has said
so will it be done
on earth as in heaven
unto you unto
an entire inhabited
God created world.
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Forever the Angel
I was an angel
A star
Something above the rest
But now, I’m gone
Non-existent
And alone
A broken halo
Only one wing
The non-existent angel
The demon
Forever
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Hope for the weary
It's hard to think you matter,
Sometimes
It's hard to think people care
Sometimes
It's hard to go on
Sometimes
But all of those things are minor compared to how hard it is to get back.
Don't end you precious life
don't you dare snuff it out
I know it may seem hard
But that's what everything's about.
You can't give it to things like that,
You can't give in at all.
Even if some people think,
if they push you, you will fall
You were created for this life,
No one stronger for it than you
you may not believe the words I write,
But trust that they are true.
Your story is being written,
Your song is being sung,
You are the main character,
And your journey has just begun.
poem by Kimeyth Winchester
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Without sounding too pretentious, I was sort of a slave to the narrative. When the narrative cracks in, I have to go where it takes me. I had to go to the Bohemian Grove. It was the obvious end to the book.
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My Love Needs You
My love needs you,
My mind wants you,
And my mouth speaks to you daily!
For, your muse is blended with the sense of belonging to my soul.
Shelf life,
Relating;
Self life,
Compared;
Helping,
Competition;
Minor,
Major;
Category,
Impractical;
Laziness,
Non-existent;
But, this constitutes the act of your love!
All the same, my love needs you in the sweet land of your muse.
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The first thing I read was of my character on the phone talking to Sydney's fiance. Though short, it was so beautifully written, and it made me laugh. I thought if I wanted to play a character, this would be it.
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Do You Feel the Same Way Too?
I’ve just written to a friend and said
‘I’ve just written a poem
which I would have given my life
to have written.’…
and then sat and looked at
what I’d written –
wondering whether
that was what I really meant..
(and, faintly, contemplating
whether a thunderbolt
straight from Justice central
might strike me there and then…)
or whether I’d retreated into
some private world of self-delusion..
or whether I had reached the height
of mortal bliss.. as perhaps some ‘real’ poet might…
when on the scales of life-for-life
or perhaps, eternity,
I was offering humbly, in exchange
for all I have received, all
that my soul could offer…
discarding all the burdens of the past,
disregarding any thoughts of future life,
living in the present, like a child does,
as, glorious, the present presently moves on
from freedom into freedom… tell me,
do you feel the same way too?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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