Pre-Objectivist Poems

[LandonWalsh]

Nowhere but up

I can barely lift a pen,

To say the very least.

With helplessness taking over,

I'll drink until deceased.

No word or oath or creed,

Can help me so today.

I'll just drink till I see bottom,

And err improve the day.

For if I had the choice,

I'd choose the later grave.

Sweet peace and humble sleep,

With agony I would wave.

But I am not near brave,

Brave enough to choose.

So I'll chug the whisky down,

And hope that I will lose.

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White Flags

Exhausted, lost, and drowned in apathy

I sit upon a cliff

With my heart in my hand

Questioning whether or not

If I am enough a man

To hold onto my heart

Or toss it away

To stay who I am

Or untruthfully decay

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LIFE

Life is confusing

not perusing

inside the box

outside the box

relevancy of none

he gave his only son

or did he

or did he simply

do you care

do you dare

insanity is in definition

to repeat ones actions

and expect differentiation

so the order required for association

is but the repetition

you make me do

what i make me do

it's my choice

yet you have a voice

back in the box

back with the stones and rocks

so quietly I abide

yet i feel the hate inside

I wait til the choice is mine

but at the end you'll still deny.

the order of society in life

will peradventure take my mind

so i have no choice

you've taken it away

with your booming voice

i asked and you said nay

so i will leave the box

and go my merry way

take thine eyes and look the away

life is confusing

not perusing

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You hide your love away

A symbol to all that’s gone

in the darkness you decay

and never find the dawn

Everyday is like a day in prison,

Where you hope for some relief

Where there is one, and only one vision,

Far away from all the grief

But however long I’ve been standing

I have always been by

Holding onto your hand forever

When you’re not holding mine

You’ve tossed away your love

Afraid to hit the floor

But you’ve been crawling on the ground

Forgetting our love was more

We're in this Hell together

Trapped beneath the fear

For its You and I forever

And never shedding a tear

[whYNOT]

There's much gut-wrenching honesty in your poems I think; I especially appreciated the first two, and the last. "I am not near brave / brave enough to choose / so I'll chug the whisky down / and hope that I will lose." - is particularly poignant.

I'm wondering, did the sense of life of your poetry change dramatically after you became an Objectivist ?

Sometimes, there is nowhere to go but up.

Tony

[LandonWalsh]

There's much gut-wrenching honesty in your poems I think; I especially appreciated the first two, and the last. "I am not near brave / brave enough to choose / so I'll chug the whisky down / and hope that I will lose." - is particularly poignant.

I'm wondering, did the sense of life of your poetry change dramatically after you became an Objectivist ?

Sometimes, there is nowhere to go but up.

Tony

I've not wrote much lately... I wrote one after reading anthem one day... No relation to the story.

Proud Mediocrity

Four homeruns and then a Fifth,

their hometeam smiles are just a myth.

Faster kept the bases run.

In the end its me who won.

My Pride, my effort, I gave my best.

Not much is said for all the Rest.

But what is this? We're all good batters?

Its not who wins that really matters?

Then what's the use of all my work?

I think, then find there is no perk.

You did not need to hold me down

Those words have kept me on the ground.

Down with me my justice lies.

For you've belittled my only prize.