Simplicity

hmmm.... it's late. i can't sleep.. typed it up.. and i need an opinion.
it might be an opening piece for my school news paper this semester. just tell me if things don't click, should get cut out, etc. it needs to be discussed so i can email it soon. help a girl out!
here goes...

Simplicity

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I told her
But beauty is in the eye of self,
No rest, until you find the prefect lip gloss
Smear it on until you get lost in self,
Vanity
Insanity, get lost in morals not reality
Can it be?
I'm losing it... to the president?

And the..

Fake war fare soldiers, don't care workers,
Rap head moguls that even got their own energy sodas...

Like how,

Russel Simmons says Do You!
His brother says, "Preach too!"
But his sister-in-law says,
"Fabulousity is in the eyes of those with curiosity.."
Yet staying in meritocracy, does not work for me!
So who am I to be?

Because,

Freedom is my mind set
Trapped is my minds trick
Loving is my souls mood
Hating is something I can't do.

Simply because I, am, simplicity.

We teach our children positivity
The media calls it punking out, so it's negativity
We! Got, preachers sharing the word,
Then taking little boys in the confessional,
Take their clothes off and strip them of their innocence and then!
When we find out, it's like..
"Oh. Word?"
As if confused,
Simplicity don't work like that.

Simplicity shares the fact
It never slacks,
Like KRS One,
The bridge is over,
So come take the country back!
From ignorant people like Bush,
Don't even know how to be president
Have a campaign but, destroying' the rest of US!
How messed up,
Do I have to be, to get this,
Simple ministry to my people on the streets?

Honestly, simplicity isn't as easy to come by,
Yet how can I see when I'm blinded by the mother lands cry?

Simply I can write this poem,
If I could I'd build a boat like Noah,
Except I'd go to Iraq and get our soldiers,
And bring them back to their family.

Then,
I can be,
Simple me with my reality.
Making plans that make sense to me
Other than the media making things for from serious.

You know..

All of our so-called Icons are in jail or drunk!
How much of a joke is it to us?

Trust,
With a fist in the air
Of which no one can compare
I am an example of unique simplicity.

And if you have a problem,
Deal with it,
PLEASE!

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Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:18 pm

something euclidean wrote a review...

A good place to learn that kind of rhyme and rhythm you're looking for would be Saul Williams.

",said the shotgun to the head" excerpt

For the poem quoted below:
Look at the rhythm and the word choice and how things fit together. And -- pay attention to how almost every line has imagery and how it all builds off itself. Even writing satire or something 'straightforward' his images are worth paying attention to.

(By Saul Williams)

Children of this night
Only same will star the sky
Only believers in death will die
And fathers must feather the wings of women
For the unfeathered masses dangle ridiculous
Carrying crosses to phalaynx filled tombs
The future sails silence through blood rivered wombs
That ripple with riddles of cows and spoons and births
Moons and earths
Sun-centered at noon

Now....

And here I stand
Court jestering infinity
Fetal fisted for revolution
But open hands birth humility
Now what you the density of an egoless planet?
Must my spine be aligned to sprout wings?
Im slouched into sling steps and kangoled with gang reps
But my orbit rainbows saturn rings
Mystical eliptical
Presto polaris
Karmic flamed future when saturns and aries
And not Im a fish called father
With gills type dizzy
Blowing liquid lullabies through the spine of time
Im certain of saturns rivers and all esle is fact
So baptise me in the stars
And wrap me in nighttime
Moon blue
Pupil my sight with orange balls of light
And echo my plight
Through the corridors of metaphor
What else are we living for if not to create
Fiction and rhyme?
My purpose is to make my soul
Rhyme with my mind
Mind over matter
Minds create matter
Minds create fiction
As a matter of fact
As if matter were fact
Matter is fact
So spirit much be fiction
Science fiction
Art fiction meta fiction

Now

The tao of now
Is here amongst the living in the voice of children is the tao of now

You are the divine reflection of this earth
She does not belong to you
No there is no need for your correction
All run in the same rivers

All rivers run in the same direction
If youre serving the father theres no sun w/o matter
Parent bodies discover water
Bodies and drown
Wade me in the water
til atlantis is found
On the sea floors of self
Im starfish and unbound
Heard the way of that mound is stone mountain
Underwater volcanoes erupt water fountains of youth
Test this carnal equation cancel out wind and truth
Swirl me beyond sometimes
Drench me water proof
Let eve drop forever rain
Sunsets on my roof
As I sit on the front porch of my sanity
Deciphering hambones to van gogh this vanity
Oiled egos
Canvased and framed
To be reborn unborn unburied unnamed
A reflection through a blood stained glass window
Or souls

There is a monster living
Its the voice of children
It is the tao of now

Gone yellow round the edges
Carbonated dreams and blurred daily lives
But let family bring focus
Out of swamps blossom lotus
The muddy water blue daughter of infinity
Gravity we water bodied bhodisativas our serenity
As we rise with the tides toward divinity

Now...
There is a monster living its in the voice of children
It is the tao of now

Yes we rise with the tides towards divinity
The muddy water blue daughter of infinity
Gravity we water bodied bhodisativas our serenity
As we rise with the tides toward divinity....
Yes we rise with the tides towards diviinty
Now we rise with the tides towards divinity
cause we rise with the tides towards divinity

Now...

The tao of now
Is here amongst the living in the voice of children is the tao of now

There is a monster living its in the voice of children
It is the tao of now

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Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:09 pm

whence wrote a review...

I think you should take the idea behind this, and cerate a totally new piece.

Your rhymes are hazy, inconsistent, and forced to the point beyond saving.

The 'transitions' are amateur at best, and you really should read through your work before posting.

Your topic is jumpy and cliche, and your linebreaks are, as SirFand said, arbitrary.

Better luck next time?
~Ed

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Wed Jul 25, 2007 6:16 pm

order wrote a review...

I like some of the ideas in this poem buut the thing is, I think there are too many. When you have more than one main idea in something you need to sufficiently express each and everyone of those ideas (not necessarily all at once and not necessarily clearly) but still expressing them to the point where one can understand them or understand clearly that there are many ideas. I think you should either take out some of the ideas to express them better or make your current idea more clear.

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Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:26 pm

Fand wrote a review...

...Well. That was an interesting read. Delving right in, then, shall we?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I told her
But beauty is in the eye of self,
No rest, until you find the prefect lip gloss
Smear it on until you get lost in self,
Vanity
Insanity, get lost in morals not reality
Can it be?
I'm losing it... to the president?

You really need to do some work with the line breaks here. They were arbitrary to an extreme. Also, a "prefect" is a student officer at a private school; I believe you meant "perfect." ^~ That's one of the things spell-checks won't catch, as prefect is just as much a word as perfect is--time for a read-over, non?

And the..

And the what? The missing period from the end of that ellipsis? (NB: ellipses should always consist of THREE periods in the middle of a sentence, and FOUR at the end of a sentence. No more, no less, ever.) This statement, I'm sure, was supposed to be a lead in or add drama or something--as it is, it simply looks rather forlorn, all alone in its own little two-word, two-period stanza.

Fake war fare soldiers, don't care workers,
Rap head moguls that even got their own energy sodas...

"Fake war fare soldiers?" What? I'm thinking perhaps "fare" is also supposed to be fake... but even that makes only a mild amount of sense in the context of the rest of the stanza. Stop listing things and start conveying a message; I came to read your poem because I wanted to learn something, a new way of looking at something--anything!--but all I'm getting so far is an arbitrary and poorly-presented laundry list.

Like how,

*wince* No.

Russel Simmons says Do You!
His brother says, "Preach too!"
But his sister-in-law says,
"Fabulousity is in the eyes of those with curiosity.."
Yet staying in meritocracy, does not work for me!
So who am I to be?

Um. Who's Russel Simmons, and why should I care? I want to hear what you have to say; I don't want something regurgitated from others. Also, I'm thinking you're missing some quotation marks, and all this with his brother and sister-in-law... it's really not working, sorry. You're also continuing to abuse punctuation in this stanza. No comma in the fifth line, four periods in that ellipsis in the fourth (though ellipses are to be avoided, as much as possible, in poetry).

I do however think your point about not wanting to be part of a meritocracy is interesting; perhaps expand on that? I'd like to know your reasoning why. Why don't you want to be part of a society where everyone is judged according to their abilities and accomplishments? Was it meant to be ironic? Do you have communist leanings? Etc., et al. ^~

Because,

*thwaps poet on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper* Bad!

Freedom is my mind set
Trapped is my minds trick
Loving is my souls mood
Hating is something I can't do.

All right, this stanza seemed to be a turning point. I really like the first line, actually; "Freedom is my mind set." It says a lot in very few words. There's defiance, pride, and a glimpse of an entire ideology. You see a lot about the narrator (poet?) there. But then the next three lines made me sigh. This stanza had such potential! You abuse punctuation again, and there doesn't seem to be any continuity or connection between the lines aside from a shared format. Close, but no cigar.

Simply because I, am, simplicity.

Why are, you, abusing, commas? What did, they ever do, to you?

...Okay, after doing that, even in a satirical manner, I feel the need to punish myself. *thwaps self with newspaper*

But you get the picture, yeah? Those commas are unnecessary. And what's with the (ineffective) repetition of variants on "simple?" *cringe* Stop. Please.

We teach our children positivity
The media calls it punking out, so it's negativity
We! Got, preachers sharing the word,
Then taking little boys in the confessional,
Take their clothes off and strip them of their innocence and then!
When we find out, it's like..
"Oh. Word?"
As if confused,
Simplicity don't work like that.

STOP ABUSING PUNCTUATION. I'm sorry for shouting, but really; this is just getting ridiculous now! "We! Got, preachers sharing the word?" Ye gods. "We've got preachers sharing the word," is how it should be punctuated, if you insist on using it. I recommend not.

The rest of this stanza tries to be a clever social commentary on the Catholic sex scandals, but fails miserably.

Simplicity shares the fact
It never slacks,
Like KRS One,
The bridge is over,
So come take the country back!
From ignorant people like Bush,
Don't even know how to be president
Have a campaign but, destroying' the rest of US!
How messed up,
Do I have to be, to get this,
Simple ministry to my people on the streets?

Well, this is closer to being a clever and attention-catching satire. It still falls short, due mostly to poor line breaks and punctuation, and rather confusing sequencing.

*sigh* Okay, I give up. No more stanza-by-stanza. This is simply too long, poorly-written, and repetitive; my brain's starting to hurt.

Lesson one: A poet does what a fiction writer does, but IN FEWER WORDS. That means--you condense. You find the strongest words, the strongest way to express something, you pare down your message until everything that's unnecessary is left on the cutting-room floor, and then you piece them together. Sure, there are long poems that are popular and well-received, but generally speaking, if your poem is this long--it's going to be repetitive.

Lesson two: Learn how to use punctuation. Please. I'm begging you. PLEASE.

Lesson three: Satire should be clever. In other words--don't just yell at the reader, or preach to the reader. Find an interesting, original way to present your message, so we'll pay attention. This is exactly like the dozens of other satires on American life/politics/war/etc today that I've read.

Better luck next time, yes?

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