A Word at a Time

I feel like falling back into a streak of creative writing, which would not be a bad thing. Every time I sit down to a write a Monday post, I'm left without a plan, just the thoughts in my head. When I have nothing in particular to talk about, I start to go crazy with my words. This current post isn't a good example...yet. Who knows what this could turn into.

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"No one ever..."

No one ever. No, not ever.

Please the crowd, wild and young

Words for the sinner from an aspiring saint

Ah, how quaint; our hero unsung.

Not much better, but yes, quite clever.

No one ever. No, not ever.

Fight the weak, minds and all

Blood from the abused to feed our war

Not this whore; not her call.

Not much better, but yes, quite clever.

No one ever. No, no, no.

Reign in desire, dark and wrong

Says who? asks the knight without armor

Take the power; break the strong.

Not much better, no, no, no.

No.

Is there a purpose here?

Who will find meaning?

We ask our questions, fit them with answers

Taste deceit.

WHY WHY WHY

why

Do you know why?

No one ever. No, not ever.

Respond now, liars and thieves

Words of the sinner for the self-righteous

Ah, how pretentious; pious misdeeds.

Not much better, but yes, quite clever.

by MFW III (just now)

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Yeah. I just wrote that. Just now. And it doesn't even mean anything. I mean, I try to make it understandable as part of the English language, but really my words are paint randomly splashed on a canvas. Let's do what no author actually wants you to do: give their work unintended meaning. (I'm going to have a poetry collection one day, and it's going to be called Everything Means Nothing.) I would say the author intended to contrast the thoughts of the self-righteous and the sinners; however, it is not clear when the self-righteous is speaking, and when the sinner is talking. Probably because they're both the same person/group/entity. (Remember, I wrote this with no intended meaning.) "Well, maybe, if the author didn't intend any meaning, his subconscious mind..." Stop talking right now and go die. Thanks.

Seriously, it doesn't mean anything. But if you can find meaning, then awesome.

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I told you this could go anywhere.

This kind of resembles my life actually... Paint splashed onto a canvas. Words with corresponding words and without meaning.

Me, living, acting, doing. A man in progress, without purpose.

Maybe I should write a poem about that. Maybe I just did.

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P.S.: I went to church for the first time in... over a year? Some people didn't recognize me. Those who did were accepting of me. They did not ask why I hadn't been to church nor bother me with personal questions. It was as if I had never left.