hey jakob
seen you ask for feedback a couple of times now so here goes.
your work reminds me of the lyrics from the band 'the mars volta', which is a good thing. i love the beat poetry style you have and the language you use compliments the pitch-black imagery you use. i love reading your work,its right up my street.

hope that helps for now. keep posting and reading other work. try some of william burroughs work, or allen ginsberg.

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thankyou so so much Keith, Emer and Rich ! I really can't describe how good it feels to finally have someone look at my work and appreciate it ! This has defiantly given me some more motivation to write more ?

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Hi Jakob - thanks for your comment on my profile.

I like the two pieces you've shared, you have a knack with words.

I'm no expert - just keep writing - it's fun!

I'll look forward to reading some more.?

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Hello Jakob and thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment on 'The Innocent Alcoholic.' When posting a poem, enter it into your blogs section (Add blog entry) that way people can comment underneath each individual piece of writing. I really like the two that you have posted so far, even if they are unfinished. Keep writing and sharing your words. You express your thoughts very well. ?

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Hello Jakob,
I have enjoyed all that I have read so far. I like your style and means of expression. You certainly have potential. In particular I love the expression ¨Human canvas painted by swords ¨. Keep writing. Thanks Keith

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Lured To the desk of death.
Where many heads have left there necks.
Figures scutter across there crimson innards.
The stench of flesh dissected by insects.
Vermin feast for free, Souls left rotting in purgatory by the murder scene.
Tried to hurdle the guillotine past Guards in metal garments.
Clawed with a blade, stained red like an artist of war.
Human canvas painted by swords.
Chained to bascule, Flagellated with tasseled whips
Blood pours out battered limbs,
into the cobble streets.

Another un finished piece, even if you have a bad comment please post it. Really really would love any type of feedback

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