uhhhmm... If I tried to analyze, I would probably butcher it since I tend to take things literally.

But this is a really good poem. I've found myself writing things that I don't know the meaning of, too.

Cheers!

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(Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?)
All those who believe in telekinesis, raise my hand.
^{Smile, and the world will smile with you. Laugh and they'll all think you're on drugs.}

Haha, I see ^___^ Cheers for the comment mate ^___^

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When I feed the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

- Dom Helder Camara, Archbishop of Recife, Brazil

^^ My pleasure.

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Band geek and proud of it!

(Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?)
All those who believe in telekinesis, raise my hand.
^{Smile, and the world will smile with you. Laugh and they'll all think you're on drugs.}

perhaps it has no meaning...
but it sends a flood of images through my mind, and i appreciated that
again great work, regardless of goal or meaning

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Fear Kills Life

Cheers mate, and I always appreciate your comment ^____^

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When I feed the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

- Dom Helder Camara, Archbishop of Recife, Brazil

That’s how any art from should be; as ambiguous as the world it’s depicting. In literature there’s a theory I like that says that the author’s intentions should be disregarded by the reader and that diversity in observations on the text is what the author should crave. That’s why ambiguous or open-ended art is often some of the most talked about – I can’t think of any books of the top of my head but the director’s cut of Blade Runner and Donnie Darko are good examples of this.

For me the skill an artist should strive for is not saying something important but presenting their art in the most aesthetically conscious, beautiful and (above all) frivolous way possible – hence Oscar Wilde’s comment ‘all art is pointless’.

Well it looks like you’ve ticked all my boxes! This is a perfectly executed, gem of a poem. I’m getting a few hints and references to religion or the cultural and historical effects on art or both juxtaposing each other maybe? – “The foundation and the sleeping nation”.

Hmm.. clever words, my dear friend. And also very true. I like to keep my poems, a bit open, so the reader himself can decide, what it means. Of course I normally try to point in a direction (I prefer not to be mistaken with, for example, a right wing demi-religious sympathiser ;]) Though, I disagree a bit with you. I think its very important what the message is. What the poet says, is what defines him. And it also leads to thinking, discussions and maybe a change of perspective.
Well, I can't exclude that ^____^ But as you've might noticed I use religion often in my poems. But who knows? Not me for sure ;] Cheers for your awesome comment. You've certainly gave me something to think about!

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When I feed the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

- Dom Helder Camara, Archbishop of Recife, Brazil

Yaaa I find the meaning of this poem!
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^^' no I didn't find any meaning, but I'm sure about one thing : it's beautiful, really

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Hehe, thanks a lot mate ^___^

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When I feed the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

- Dom Helder Camara, Archbishop of Recife, Brazil