” the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…. ” Jack Kerouac Download Here NetworkedBlogs Blog: Dead Beat Poet Topics: Poetics, Philosophy, Physics Follow my blog Rate this:share with care:FacebookMoreRedditEmailTwitterPrintLike this:Like Loading...
What we bamboozle here is , a sufficientthe hour
Principled click on the log-jam defective to to prepare
Virtuous hearsay ! an fascinatingpresent
Are you in?
Hi blogger, i must say you have high quality articles here.
Your website can go viral. You need initial traffic boost only.
How to get it? Search for; Mertiso’s tips go viral
Awesome Poetry……and this looming darkness was deeply engraved in his sensitive and lost soul combined with his genius.
So Cool DeadBeat. Congrats. ~ : )
* Can Not wait to check it out *
Wow that was strange. I just wrote an really long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over
again. Regardless, just wanted to say superb blog!
Yes! Finally something about long time dead.
Heya, I have wondered about purchasing the application DubTurbo Beatmaker and was hoping anybody could give me an actual real overview of the software package. Lots of the sites that give critiques are in reality affiliate marketers promoting the application and so i question that the opinions are reputable. Thank you in advance for all the information somebody can provide.
I really blog also and I’m crafting a little something very close to this specific post, “dead
beat poet | stirring minds and emotions with rhyme” productreviewsformom
. Will you mind in the event I reallyutilize a few of your personal concepts?
“dead beat poet” was in fact a perfect posting. In case
it owned much more images it would probably be even a lot better.
All the best ,Betsy
i don’t know where to post a poem, so, i’ll try mine, here:
I Ain’t Goin’
By leon mello August 2011
I’m not a’ goin’
I’m not going to that store
I’m not a’ goin’
to war anymore
No, I won’t go
to that War Machine Store
I just will not go …
No, I’m not goin’ to that Military Industrial Complex
I am not going to drink your Oil
I ain’t goin’ to sip your Tea
I’ll make my own coffee
That pleases me …
By leon mello August 2011
I’ll make my own poetry
That pleases me…
“It is better to burn out, than to fade away.” Got that from one of Niel Young’s songs. Can’t remember the name of the song. Neil isn’t a conservative, but at least he isn’t a rhino.
“Hey Hey, My My” is the name of that Neil Young tune.
great deadbeat poet!
Excellent poetry! Thank you for sending me your blog! Reading your poem, I felt the same way as if i was in a book of mine… Though mine is a fantasy story, I guess the feelings one has reading your poem and my story would be the same? Keep the good work going! Let the wonderful noise of the sea always sounds in your ears! (a greeting of the water dragons’ hunters – my Tale Of The Rock Pieces).
Let’s watch the moon, let’s meet the sun!
Let’s hear soon the way the Deed was done!
Let’s listen to the music the shiny crystals played,
let’s welcome crowds of creatures good and great…
I guess this poem from my next book is a certain prove of my words? Poetry could express similar feelings in any genre?
Biggest Bestest Book I have ever Owned (10 stars)
A desire shedding
like blazing sense of lust.
where waters long to flow,
wathing the seasons go.
As stars dance,
in hir eyes of fire.
Within a soulless body
she entwines u’r darkened soul.
how we free fall!
at breaking dawn, wildness sings
within echoing winds.
twists and twirls,
like a dream unfolds.
where storm clouds awaken,
pain might be felt.
such slipping shame,
could be felt in the rain.
Wow! What a coincidence. That’s how I started out….The Doors’ energy is one of rebellion, freedom, a different world almost. That’s exactly how I started on my journey to the bottom of the pitt.
“Killing with discrimination, is still killing. A lie in good intent, is still a lie. The graveness of our mortal indiscretions will be the measure of our souls when life’s gone by. – Thomas Pelto
Rock and Rollercoasters
Music and Creativity our only Friends
Fail and you are a Failure
Suceed and even Best Friends don’t know how to take Ya
The Lonely life of a Poet
Faith Good Will and Hearts Desires Prevail
Only when I am dead, would I really want anything said ….
The breath of life cycles, in and out, around and around. No apparent beginning or end, yet constant transformation from what was to what will be. Caught in the middle of now, wishing change from the past knowing it can only come in the future as the past disappears like ticks on a watch, frozen in memories of both joy and regret.
The soul of an artist and it’s so easy to relate to your poetry
“who led me to embrace the rebel within one.
At the time I couldn’t sing or play anything,”
Congrats on getting your poetry published!!!