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Not going to lie i don't feel so motivated today.. i have been sitting here doing N-O-T-H-I-N-G almost all day and then i stopped to think.. its a long time till 2:30 pm. currently... 1:25 pm. I hate how i waste my days sitting here and reading non stop random articles and i have nothing to write. i have lost my muse. GRAWR

Lets Make It About You

I seem to catch myself at the worst times

Thinking of you.

My heart races

Hands go clammy but then I see

It was nothing but a dream

I wake up in the evening

In wish to see your face

But empty space stands before me

This cloud of passion I feel

Is unbearably cold

And I am left to ask

Where did my passion go?

Long gone I feel o’ so alone

Yet her smile bring warmth to my soul

I have yet to believe, that is not fake.

O’ to the weary soul who feels the demise

Of the cold winter eyes

I understand your pain

I listen to your cries

Is it so much to ask,

You hear my out cries?

Banned Book-1 Anarchist Cookbook.

It started with a question. "What should I do a report on?" then it hit me. The Anarchist Cookbook but i didn't stop there i decided to go out of my way and look up other banned books from all over the world and i found a website that shows a small list of them.

http://www.bookrags.com/wiki/List_of_banned_books

This website has a list of books being banned since Nazi Germany to Over-Dramatic U.S. opinions.
The first book that i decided to review (which i did not read im only getting an idea of it from wiki because if i even look it up im asking for trouble with government officials) is


The Anarchist Cookbook
by William Powell


This book was originally created because of a revolt against the Vietnam War. A man (William Powell) was involuntarily sent to war he did not believe in, so as a "return in favor" he developed the cookbook, which was all about learning how to make bombs, weapons, and deadly gases. The book has no true connection to what anarchy is

Definition of ANARCHY

1

a : absence of governmentb : a state of lawlessness or political disorder due to the absence of governmental authorityc : a utopian society of individuals who enjoy complete freedom without government

2

a : absence or denial of any authority or established orderb : absence of order : disorder <not manicured plots but a wild anarchy of nature — Israel Shenker>

Dictating that this book was only made out of the sheer anger he had towards the government for sending him to Vietnam. William, later on in his career, tried to get it to stop being published because of his change of faith towards Angelican Christianity. The book kept getting published till 1991 when the publisher Lyle Stuart sold his company. 
The book, when reviewed, was never really a true threat considering more then half of the "recipes" didn't even work. 


My Opinion
This book proves how poisoning politics can be. Because if it weren't for the Vietnam war then then this book would not have been created, though it causes little harm (unless you find one of the few recipes that work) this book should not be such a pain in the governments ass. They should be riding the people with the new versions of the book. 


All info was gathered from Wikipedia! 

Miracle

Like a beam of light that
strikes the surface of the
water, It dances across
the ripples of this poisoned
town. He breathed in the bitter
and breathed out the worst.
The crystal clear air we could
not handle
Choking
Gagging
Gasping for the air we corrupted
It settled in our lungs as we
squirmed and twitched
drowned in the miracle
that laid upon us.
So pure it lay through our fingers
so precious, it strangled the foolhardy
and yet it would not be seen.
a miracle that would not stop re-occurring


Review
Corruption is a thing of society whether it be by businesses or government it creeps around every corner and crevice of a town, state, country. There is always some form of corruption i believe the world would be better without it, i believe if it wasn't for corruption our world would be in better condition.

Lets find the differece

The Artist: I drag the colors out of a page and watch as they spread themselves

The Poet: I lay the words on the page and watch as they glide across the surface

The Artist: I let the colors dance as my brush skims the surface

The Poet: I let my words relax as they begin to lay silently

The Artist: Alive they walk in my mind

The Poet: Asleep they dare not share my minds content.

The Artist: Whats to say there is a difference?

The Poet: When the pictures speak as loud as words.
Whats to say there can be change?

The Artist: When the words become as beautiful as my art
Who's to say, we ourselves, are any different?

For the same things lie within all of us we let the
labels's underline who we are and shade in what
we could be, we quote the pages that were left
by the twine he used to mimic the twirl of the ribbon
Who's to say there is a difference?

As the poet becomes the artist
and the artist becomes the poet
they let their differences become a similarity
and watch as the world in their eyes
touches the surface, like the leaf that creates
the ripples that do not die.


Review
This was a way to show that poetry is an art also, anything can be an art, if you do it the right way, but what's the right way you may ask. the answer is simple. Your way =]

Alone Review & We Wear The Mask Review

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe 

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We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Paul Laurence Dunbar


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These poems are the other two poems i am doing for my poetry out loud project, they have a similar message which is a question "Why cant the world see me for what i am/can do?" and I believe that is a struggle that we all as people face, we wish we could do better and be better for the people in our lives. As an adult man if you have children you struggle to be better for them to teach them what you feel they should know.
These poems express the idea that they are alone but can live with a mask. In the poem by Poe he excepted it and lived with knowing he couldn't be lov'd in return by the one he was fascinated with,
in we wear the mask he mentions that the world sees them, but not as they want them to be seen so he feels his survival only relies on himself.

Review of City Of Sleep

The City of Sleep

by Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

Over the edge of the purple down,

   Where the single lamplight gleams,

Know ye the road to the Merciful Town

   That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –

Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,

   And the sick may forget to weep?

But we – pity us! Oh, pity us!

   We wakeful; ah, pity us! –

We must go back with Policeman Day –

   Back from the City of Sleep!

 

Weary they turn from the scroll and crown,

   Fetter and prayer and plough –

They that go up to the Merciful Town,

   For her gates are closing now.

It is their right in the Baths of Night

   Body and soul to steep,

But we – pity us! ah, pity us!

   We wakeful; oh, pity us! –

We must go back with Policeman Day –

   Back from the City of Sleep!

 

Over the edge of the purple down,

   Ere the tender dreams begin,

Look – we may look – at the Merciful Town,

   But we may not enter in!

Outcasts all, from her guarded wall

   Back to our watch we creep:

We – pity us! ah, pity us!

   We wakeful; ah, pity us! –

We that go back with Policeman Day –

   Back from the City of Sleep!

 

 

 

 

 

 This poem is one of the poems i am using for my poetry out loud. I have been looking at this poem and i think i have discovered what it means. 

The poem goes in and talks about the acceptance of people in the so called city, which could represent children sleeping soundly with no problems. The second stanza talks about how they are slowly not being welcome to the place, which could mean people in the mid years (16-26). after that they are all in exile which could lead to older years when things become to over whelming like work, stress, thoughts. the things that bother people. but it also could mean death because you don't sleep when dead its just over. there is no breaks its done and gone.

The reason i chose this poem is because i enjoyed the rhyme scheme  that it portrayed and i enjoyed the idea i got from the poem.