Michael Ardizzone

Rookie - 0 Points (February 10th,1986 / New Jersey, US)

Michael Ardizzone Poems

1. Glass Man 8/8/2007
2. Jealousy 8/8/2007
3. Famine 8/17/2007
4. Time 8/19/2007
5. Grow 8/20/2007
6. Age 8/20/2007
7. Towards The Heart 8/22/2007
8. I Am In Love With The Sky 8/22/2007
9. Rumor 8/23/2007
10. A Birth, A Breath 8/23/2007
11. Shadow 8/24/2007
12. Massacre Of Misunderstanding 8/30/2007
13. The Next Ice Age 9/1/2007
14. Dawn 9/6/2007
15. To Dream A Dream 9/10/2007
16. Discipline (A Thought In One Beat Words) 9/13/2007
17. A Vivisection Of Loneliness And Its Reason 11/24/2007
18. Talkless Time 1/27/2008
19. Exiles 2/18/2008
20. Eulogy (On Grass) 2/18/2008
21. Father 3/21/2008
22. Steel 5/12/2008
23. Talkless Time (Expanded) 5/12/2008
24. Summer 8/18/2009
25. Ideal Is Nothing 8/18/2009
26. A City Scene 11/12/2009
27. Sun To None 8/17/2007
28. Marriage 8/18/2007
29. The Temptress' Fortress 8/8/2007
30. Good But Dead 8/19/2007
31. I Am The Night 11/17/2007
32. Conspiracy 8/15/2007
33. It Is Better To Live Than To Love At All 8/19/2007
34. I Hate Writing 8/17/2007
35. Three Words 8/9/2007
36. Ars Poetica 8/17/2007
37. A Collapse Of Conscience 8/14/2007
38. The Erosion Of Faith 8/22/2007
39. A Sonnet For Cliched Lovers 8/8/2007
40. Lust 8/9/2007

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Technology's Siren Song

A faith so strong shall fall before the end
to gods: the men who shatter wills on truth
and fruitless will their search come to an end
for truth will conquer strength and hope with proof.
A dish once heaped so high with merry fare,
the food of hope, the drink prosperity
the plate has rotted, drenched in myriad cares,
the food grows rancid with nobility.
I'd deign to taste that honeyed summer wine
(that wine that gives what soon shall ruin us)
but time, i fear, has want of taste for wine-
I fear that fact more than the death of trust.
Machines may imitate ...

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Glass Man

There's no glass left
to break in my hand
when I make a fist.

There's no strength left
in my swollen pride
to make a fist.

and to raise it,

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