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S U B L I M E ..T H E ..W A V E L E N G T H S.. K N O W
theocracy in clouds
the threads of turmoil mumble mongst' mongrel crowds
and happy clown feasts
the banquet is bare
the bulb shows me light
and I pay heed to its piper note
reading paper punchlines
and interweb propaganda
ride along soothed by the sun
smoothed with the wind
rub elbows with my kin
and wonder
if the end comes
not with a bang
but the whimper
will I be ready?
will I have set my end straight?
or am I running from the gate
the voices hounding
the faces floundering
the ghosts are we
tethered to our wants our needs
our dream scripts run
static free
hooked up to cable
and pharma pills
the poor mans SOMA
appease with little thrill
perhaps the bushmans right
away from all the treachery
and self right
set his works to the fire of heaven
and I
listen with cocked head
digital beauty
wonderland
dread
Comments
Esker
Sat, 2012-06-30 12:42
junkyard dawg
in so deep
this night
gives no slack
starless glamour
this glitter disease
Ian.T
Sat, 2012-06-30 15:23
Steve
The frequency of the life force
that takes you onward,
flickers then fades
away to another place.
Prisms of the soul
splitting waves
to colour our feelings .
Tattered thought
project a life into an abyss.
These things are eternal
and will always flow,
Yours Ian.T
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