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I came, here to conquer And I went. Without dishonor I looked at. You. Godless. No fucking 

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I came, here to conquer And I went. Without dishonor I looked at. You. Godless. No fucking Consequences

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You're a poetry-pumping machine.

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I call it "two columns with one pedestal" style.

Please think of a better name.

But the goal is, everything should make complete sense independently, left to right, up and down, and the final word at the bottom should bring it all together.

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As soon as i started reading, a bass line started in my head, and then it happened. I couldn't read your style without it falling into beatnik.

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Well, I'm trying to discover a form of poetry that allows you to talk about your feelings, but doesn't allow idiots to talk about their feelings.

I haven't succeeded yet, but the goal is Everything needs to make sense left to right. And up to down in both columns, and the word at the base has to bring it all together.

If I can make this work, it will be a beautiful style, able to be read on a variety of levels, actually giving value to poetry.

And it will prove that a bunch of those faggot minority poet laureates are just spewing words instead or actually thinking about them.

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hm.

> left to right. And up to down in both columns, and the word at the base has to bring it all together.

first two things that came to mind are: -- branch poetry; and -- root poetry

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Fuck.

Someone already invented this Bullshit.

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Sweet. Reminds me of ee Cummings