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    dots Submission Name: The Plastic Messiahdots
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    Author: Jimma
    ASL Info:    22/m/Melb Aust
    Elite Ratio:    4.75 - 217/234/54
    Words: 150
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsThe Plastic Messiahdots
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    Standing in a square
    In a city without a name
    Surrounded by a faceless mob
    Each one just the same

    Each one with to vacant orbs
    And a heartless soul
    Each one with a guilty conscience
    So hard to control

    What do they have to show from life?
    A handful of regrets
    The torment of a life unlived
    They live on and forget

    I offer hope to the hopeless
    Love to the loveless
    I fill them with passion and fire
    I give them a chance
    They cheer and they dance
    I am the plastic Messiah

    Deceived by my charisma
    Tricked by a clever word
    I lure them in, I bring them close
    Then Iím shepherd to the herd

    I am the exalted myth
    I speak from heights, they lift me higher
    I donít know where I lead my followers
    I am the plastic Messiah




    Submitted on 2004-12-09 05:19:18     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      it's an interesting piece, I like the part :

    I am the exalted myth
    I speak from heights, they lift me higher
    I donít know where I lead my followers
    I am the plastic Messiah
    you can lean me anyway if I'm part of that mob
    Jaymi
    | Posted on 2004-12-09 00:00:00 | by theDevilsPocket | [ Reply to This ]
      Your poem reminded me of "Personal Jesus" -Depech Mode. More or less it's the same story. Faith is not what it should be.
    I think you've done a good job here. This is an intelligent write. Plastic Messiah-it sounds interesting, good choice of words. But I got the impression that this poem needs some kind of resolution at the end. Plastic Messiah-idea is good but, what is missing here is a few words more about him. Who is he, what does he do?
    | Posted on 2004-12-09 00:00:00 | by Poly Jean | [ Reply to This ]
      a very powerful poem with very deep feelings , perhaps i didn't get the entire or the full image or idea of the poem but its very well done and constructed :)
    | Posted on 2004-12-09 00:00:00 | by Tarek Refaat | [ Reply to This ]
      Jimma Jimma Jimma, I see a recuring theme in recet works. No trouble though, since we write thematically a lot of the time...I wish I knew better if this was a metephore for phony leaders in general, if you are speaking about organized religion as a whole, or if you are speaking specifically about christianity...it makes sense any way you slice it, whether its one or all three. I'm not apt to get all hot and bothered by this kind of writing - I think I've been where you stand now - most likely will be there again before long - and hell, free speech happens. you're a talented writer. Stanza four is bad ass.
    | Posted on 2004-12-09 00:00:00 | by Jemma Dumptruck | [ Reply to This ]
      a fake jesus...?
    it kinda shows how much ppl need something/someone to believe in... and i quite guess if i said the right words... said what they needed to hear i could quite be that plastic messiah... a person of great influence with no vision or purpose at all...

    I am the exalted myth
    I speak from heights, they lift me higher
    I donít know where I lead my followers
    I am the plastic Messiah

    this last stanza really saddened me... i guess it is easy to be led astray by imatations... but really... in the end... all things fake are found out for the phoney's they are...
    a very interesting write.
    | Posted on 2004-12-09 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]


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