As More Than Sin It's The Divin(e) Gone Wild (poem) by - - - - - -

As More Than Sin It's The Divin(e) Gone Wild
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1-25-08_ NOTHING CAN BE HAD WITHOUT STRUGGLE... People Here A D Have 2 Big Problems,Bad Attitude Worst Even Less Gratitude,Sad People Who Praise You Hide Behind Their_ 2 Faced-YouUse Term Friend Like It' Ball Bouncing Off Wall Only It' In Their Fall Down! All Those Common Nicety Nice_ Comments(Reviews)Just So You Mediocre Be Dumb Yodel'Can Get-Why Can't You Just Be Praise Out Of Life,Get Rid Of Your Own_ F--ken Bad Attitude Show Sum Gratitude! RESPECT! .......................................... I,TRASK Am Not At A D To ExpectPraise Or Gratitude From No One,Nobody (Faze) All Stuff I Read-Review Today,Be Craze_ I AM HERE TO WRITE! You Somehow Just Live In Your Own Bone Little(Vacuum) World!When Somebody,Alone Says He's Your True Friend--Then He_ Delete'Your Comments(Reviews)Hey,You Can Not Possibly Have Make Friends On(Bland) Damned Internet! Simply-Evidently You_ When It Comes To (So Called) Friends In A Den",Its JUST MEANINGLESS WORDS"! Sin Comes Many Forms-You Praise Me Or You_ ITS FANS! Be Little Me-I Leave Your Comments There Simply Those Of You Have Any Kind(Fair) INTELLECT Read Between Lines Really _ Knows You're An Asshole OfLow Mentality! ........................................ AGAIN I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS LITTLE POEM: You Tell On Yourself... You Tell On Yourself By Friends You Seek By Very Manner In Which You Speak By Way You Employ Your Leisure Time By How You Spend Your Dollar And Dime You Tell On Yourself By Things You Wear By Spirit In Which Your Burdens Bear By Things At Which You Do Laugh By Records,CD'You Play OnYour Phonograph You Tell What You Are By Way You Walk By Things In Which You Delight To Talk By Manner In Which You Bear Defeat By So Simple Thing As How You Eat By Books You Choose From Well Filled Shelf In These Ways, More You Tell On Yourself So, There's No Particle Of Sense In An EFFORT Yo Keep Up FALSE Pretense! TRASK... c 1979 TRASK... THINGS: You Tell On Yourself By The Good Or Bad The Crap,Bullshit You Continue To Think That You Can't Even Write! ........................................ Never Commonplace Forever In Your Face! ME, TRASK "POETIC PROPHET" c 1979/2008 TRASK... ........................................ {{{{ YOU SHALL TRIUMPHANT BY VIRTUE }}}} .......................................

Reviewed by Mary Coe

Reviewed on February 7, 2008

You are very talented. very interesting reading.

Reviewed by Because . (Reader)

Reviewed on January 28, 2008

like a fuse dying to be lit...criticism is to be embraced. Interesting to say the least.;)

Reviewed by Kalikiano Kalei

Reviewed on January 26, 2008

there are elements of the beats here and william burroughs himself would beg off reviewing...if he had better things to do which he doesnt because hes already dead...but dada is alive and kicking still despite much criticism of the benefits of such existential humor...how convenient though for proponents of the spirit of art that pervades the creative act despite trashing of the hallowed rules of literature we sadistically impose upon ourselves that may in fact fall unintended victim of unwitting oversight...im a better person for having read this trask...thank you and may your espresso be dark and black and full of small nuclear explosions that enervate and further enliven your observations
-Kalikiano

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on January 25, 2008

Hello Trask, the whole piece was moving, and typical Trask form, I especially loved your last poem. Will check the website