Doesn't sound like something Jesus would do. Must have been a bad day. Even the greatest philanthropists have their moments of self-doubt.

I expected to see a hand inviting me. Hey guess who's at my house right now dude? My mom. that's just wild. She fixed my pinched lower back nerve with a water buffalo bone and olive oil. Kewl. Also, know you are better than this. i want a castle in neon.

um.. ok.. some things here are included to add that "wow.." which doesnt make me go "wow..". 6.

Um.. well, im left thinking "durr.. huh?"

nice revised edition. 9.

Why do you ask cliche questions that are common of the well-known "why am i such a bad person" character? why do you title your poem. "a poem"? do you not care about people knowing what your poem is about, or do you just like to let people try to figure this out by themselves? Does being vague qualify one for being a poet? no, and it is not an artistic trait untill it serves a purpose in art. This is not a poem. It is a badly written letter. I object to having such filth displayed among poetry, I am enraged by such horrid dilutation of divine art. May you suffer for your sins, may you beg Nemesis to deliver unto you a swift execution, which means a few minutes will be deducted from your 2 month torture in preperation for the headman to release you from your mortal coil. Until that holy day of justice arrives, you will be cursed with the numeric value of ZERO.

I repeat, once again, you no longer have any ability to make me laugh, or smile, nor snicker. you are so pathetic, that i do not even pity you, since it would be a waste of my time. "Your a burnout." Stop attempting to prove to everyone that you havent outlived your value on poemranker, its only making it clear to everyone that you have.. zero.

Crappy ascii art. No pride to be seen, because this has no detailed work done to it.. i want smoke coming out of the chimney, i want a door that isnt a blank opening, i want windows that show little people doing something, like havings sex, jerking off, reading, doing a puzzle, SOMETHING. go back to your mother and demand to be spanked. this must be done as soon as possible. zero.

"I knew we both wished this photograph lasts to eternity" huh? maybe this would work better: I knew we wished this photograph to last an eternity. hrmm? dont you think this makes more sense? overall, i like this, but its a rough draft in my opinion, it needs to be ironed out. Blessed with 8.

Normally, homosexual poetry doesn't do me right, but I read this poem while listening to Ginsberg sing C'mon jack, and let me tell you? I laughed more than once. here's an eight.

Presenting the martha stewart of poetry! Hiccup. I finally figured out who you remind me of. you should take your bachelor's or in your case probably a fucking masters and eat it with whole milk and honey and get fucking grape nutted, or use it as a cunt cork to stop the incessant bible belt boogie spurting from that hole in your fickle face you call poetry. when I finally break your hymen bitch you're gonna cum and piss in my mouth like a new woman. Smoochie baby smoochie moochie. Admit it. You want me.

Fools weep at mortality, the death of illusion. Wise men await death, and do not fear being released from the physical, for they know that to be born in a dream is a gift more valuable than any other. and why is it a gift more valuable than any other? because in a dream, all gifts and wonders are possible, and can be attained, for one only needs to give it life. What is the lesson in all this mumbo jumbo? Mortality is an illusion, and "wise" fools spend too much time calling life around them a trick of their mind. Reality is what one deems it to be. Life is short, there is no time to question stupid mysteries, there is only time to enjoy the story before the book ends and the writer starts another.

he should walk up and drop a rock in the old mans beggar's bowl instead, and walk away not saying a word. LOL. Or say "eat that than".

good parody, made it as nonsensical as crystals poem, but unlike hers, it had class and humor, making it worth a million daddy -pregnancy- poems loaded with Van goo labeled with the trademark company name "Emo Slushy" advertised daily with the nice catch phrase "Mush is good when you have no teeth!" made fun of by oversexed teenagers snickering "toothless mouths are better suited to suck drooling snakes" not many true barbarians like you exist my friend, but quantity is not needed with all the vicious brutality you posses. Blessed with 10.

Hrmm.. if i could get a copy of the original, i could have my brother compare and tell me if this is a good translation. Good poem though. (He was born in Belgium, so his first language is french. And smart asses beware, belgium has two major languages, flemish _and_ french. My blood is pure walloon.)

Also remeber it's "you're" or "you are". I know it sucks, but trust me. Get in the habit of double checking specifically for slips such as that.

Just a note: I do not take credit for the story, i am aware that it is an old one, i simply have made use of it to make a point.

Amazing.

hrmm.. ok, i get it now, but a question: is the confusing jibber here and there the mental breakdown of the mans mind as he goes through the process of death? ex: We are yes we are are we yes blessed with 8.

I, myself? Love to stumble, and do as much as possible.