LOCKED-OUT

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    LOCKED-OUT

     The effects of a collective born ot of lockout.  The residual waste;

    Not the just the darkside but the darkest, the deepest, the unkownest;

    We don't get the point until it is plunged into us in the form of a sharp instrument; 

    We don't bite the bullet until we are shot.  We want to know what's on the mind of man but our protection lies in what we know even what we don't know;

    So do you really want to know or are we satisfied witht the illusion of light and happy in the darkest, deepest reality of hell's waiting room, pergurtory?


                                              THE END

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    dumplin commented on LOCKED-OUT

    10-06-2009

    again, just a few misspellings and an extra word in there, but I like your vision.
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    ladiciusangel commented on LOCKED-OUT

    09-18-2009

    I like this poem alot. I am often conflicted with the decision if id rather know what I dont know, or if I am satisfied with the illusion of it all. I love the last stanza it is the true way to put such a question.
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    bluewolf commented on LOCKED-OUT

    08-06-2009

    "So do you really want to know or are we satisfied with the illusion of light and happy in the darkest, deepest realight of hell's waiting room, perfutory" -EXCELLENT!
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    DeepEclipse commented on LOCKED-OUT

    07-23-2009

    Yeah you right. We're stubborn. The more we think we're grown, the more life reminds us that we are just children. A poem that, to me, seems to show the difference between "wisdom" and "intelligence." Now we just got to figure out how to balance it out...
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    blindmaster

    07/27/2009

    preciate the comment!

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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