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by Michael F. Nyiri
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March 9th , 2004 3:51 p.m. pst
"Suicidal Tendencies "
Spalding Gray and Sylvia Plath
Might have read Frost but they took the wrong path
Existential pain and promise litter the mind
But to trade existence for a sorry whimIs akin to flying blind.
Sorrow flows with ease
And forced perspective through the breeze
Gathers all the pain and pity in a ball
But to excise existence in the interimIs simply not to answer the call.
You can shred verses through
The vegematic of the mind and mix
The vagaries of voluminous thoughts.
You can turn your pitiful passions
Into long drawn out monologues
Until leaves turn and fruit rots
You can live in pain and hurt and sadness
And you can write off another day or decade
You can write till your answers only question
And think that everything has already been said.
But if you write off your reality for art
You lose the right to play a poet's part.
The young girls might read you and
Write their own last line
And the young boys might think loss
Is relatively easy to find.
Artists have perished
Art will live on
And suicidal tendencies only live on my page
When I hear of the talented
Taking scissors to their talent
Stops me flat in my sour sordid rage.
Their words will live on,
But the message is wrong.
Books will be written
Singers belt out their song.
The road is a long one and filled with regret
But let's take the right road
And write our tomorrows, and don't fret
The end will come soon enough,
Just not yet.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
ElectricPoetry
AllThingsMike