wow.. how dramatic.. lmao.. your amusing.

I like it, I see now why it rates so high. kudos

Nice, Richa. I love "the last silver hour of water."

You suffer from severe paranoia my friend! If the CIA, FBI. SS....was as you describe your ass would be in shackles and you'd be boyfiend (i'll refrain from graphic depictions)to some hard core lifer at a federal prison. Please don't be offended but you write in broken english. Are you a recent immigrant, an 11 year old, or just a fucking illiterate?

It's a big good laugh :)

i like this because it made me squirm.

Hrmm. certainly different from other stuff ive seen from you. 7.

Amazing. This is a brilliant brilliant piece. I love it. Ten, ten, ten! Remembre, Jesu loves you, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Why is Christianity labelled monotheistic if they worship a trinity?

Another follower of the God of Job. Thats just... ~YAWN~.

this poem should end at the line 'to even consider change'...then it would be good.

Becuase you're a fucking fudge packer...that's why!

Wordy wordy word. blah blah blah. Too many words. You spent five lines describing the fucking ceiling fan, for chrissake. "I hear not a sound." Do you really talk like that? How does a window cast a shadow? Chases itself wildly yet, in spite, goes nowhere.

i liked it, it showed good emotion, write more

Hey Electro, I Started writing this poem today at work because I didn't have the energy to actually work. Your lucky the boss showed up, or this would be mine. I think even those of us who suppose ourselves to be good moral people still have much to grow before we are prepared for the "second" coming of Christ. Second is parenthesised for Dave. His time in no way ended in the year 33, or 0 whenever they began the Roman calendar.

Bared, His deeds will be bared. Invest in a spellchecker Electro. Feel free to delete this one.

DISCLAIMER: despite all appearances, Howard Phillips Lovecraft, his various minions, and all Cthulhu cultists (even of the plush variety) had no inspirational role in the creation of this poeme that I'm aware of.

Hmm. Not as good as the last one. But references to tall hills are to be encouraged.

Sardonic brilliance. But surely the correct word is 'cheseemonger', not 'cheesesmith'? I hate it when I drop my glasses and I can't see them because my eyesight is shit.

Unpleasant. Have you ever thought that you are stuck in what Freud described as the anal-fixation stage?

Excellent. The well should stay.