Kamisama

Infront of you
you see a shell
that's gone through hell
and returned to Earth

This person has come back from death
Arisen through birth
Set forth foot on this turf

It makes you wonder a lot of things
Like if death really exists
Or if you'll reincarnate
Or what happens when you die

The person looks at you
You see its dead stare
You can't determine if it is human
You walk away without a care

This is the walking dead
Inside the person's head
Is another person wishing the body was dead

The person says to itself

"It wouldn't do any good."

I lied
I sighed
I died
I flied

I saw
I knew
I was there
And now I'm here

Step inside my phone booth
I'm about to tell you the truth

It's a realm
It's a dungeon
It's a fantasy

It's where they all hoard
It's where they all got bored

It's where I learned one thing:

When you come back, you won't remember anything.

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PEACEofaPOET

i sure won't remember this

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"In the Afgan hills, the rebels still fightin'
opium fields, keep on providin'
the best heroin, money can buyin'
nobody know, where Osama been hidin'
press conferences keep on lyin'
like we don't know"

dannyboy

the need to ryhme sure does butcher a lot of poetic attempts.

Kamisama

Exactly what I was thinking. But I figured the usage of word choice creating it's own virtual context is what I would like to emphasize.

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Edgewise

Rhyme is a risky endevour Kamisama IMHO. Properly utilized, it can lift a piece up. Improperly used (forced in this case), it can really drag a piece down. In the case of this poem, the bad rhyming distracts from the message of the piece.

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The Heart of Art and Sole

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