Memea fire not to be put out
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Original: 7/3/2006 8:25 PM
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Monday, July 03, 2006

motivation

 motivation - 7.3.06

so-late nights and later days (the saints of which would change our ways)
a nervous sweat at time of night brings nonetheless no end in sight
and eyes that track the cursor's light are bloodshot and he looks a fright
but dogged (one cool cat) he moves his fingers to the rhythmic blues
that keyboard's sounds keep right along (to half-remembered shards of song)
and, whistling slightly under breath, he coaxes code from certain death
or, better yet, he leaves a mark and rescues readers from the dark
and so continues, as we speak, the saga of our hero's meek
appearance shed and cast aside in favor of what light provides
(though, artificial, somewhat dim) by light of screen, he gains some vim.
he's a machine with calloused hands; he's fueled by ramen noodles and
the cheeto dregs that stain his clothes make up for and assauge his woes
his fingers tapping on the keys fill up his room with melodies
of clicks and taps and beeps and words he'd rather that remain unheard
unsung, unmuttered, just as he, ignored by real-life peers, is free
from ties that bind and friends in need, no, "number one comes first": his creed
but after all, he does have peers who look to him and hold him dear
and close to heart whenever comes a moment that, their hardware, numbs
and if he were to, say, just leave; why certainly someone would grieve
perhaps not you or i, but then, we don't quite count ourselves as friends
but someone somewhere has to care that no more does he sit in chair
and glance upon computer screen while in the background, singers scream
but ever silent stays the phone and if alive, he's still alone
unless that's him whose name you read while sitting all alone in bed
perhaps he found the strength inside to leave his chair and join the ride
and maybe now he's known by all for feats, astounding, full of gall
and if he, in his wasted state could go out and take on his fate
then what a waste for men like you who could amount to all that, too
so get up off your ass today and make the whole word know your name.

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I keep meaning to comment on your poems, but I can never think of anything interesting to say. YOur wording, as always, is beautiful. I like the fact that you worked ramen into it...
Posted 7/4/2006 8:38 AM by Noodlebug - reply

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you're a spectacular writer and this piece made me shiver.. yes, it was that personal and amazing.

let's both get up off our asses and make the world even more amazing, together.

Posted 7/6/2006 11:55 PM by followintuition - reply

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=D

This one had a story to it, as all of your poems do, of course, but this one I could really understand.

Cuz I usually don't...

I like this one alot!

Posted 7/10/2006 7:15 PM by LittleManOfLegend - reply

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I also found this poem clean, careful, powerful and first-rate. Which is only what I expected from a kid who got almost exactly the same scores as me on those SATs, haha. Keep writing, sorry for my recent absence
Posted 8/30/2006 5:29 PM by jsolberg Xanga True Member - reply

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..and it 'reads' just as good two years later, How've you been?
Posted 7/15/2008 3:19 PM by jsolberg Xanga True Member - reply


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