He put his boots on......
Sleep deprivation........ Life deprecation ... mass penetration... self desecration... total annihilation .......... of the senses.
Hope barricaded... death serenaded... despised, denied, and hated... by the herd of drone robot sheep.
Only to sleep... only to die... just for an instant... to cry and release old pain
....... INSANE REFRAIN....................
A glimmer. A twinge. A spark in our brain. Arcane rituals of an absent timepiece.
...Irrelevance of forward progression... repression of singular aggression...
A pit; depression.
Unfathomable atrocity and unabated ferocity... hope uninspired. I'm tired. The fire has been trampled and scattered ashes remain...
Only to dream...
Only to drain...
Each day the same and only you to blame.
The fame... Life's a game. The notoriety of the piety.
The politic
The hypocrite
The Judge
Human sludge
Bowel movements of the judiciary...
Beneficiaries? No, Not us!
The dredge and the pounding...
A resounding No! So astounding. So? So what??? Apathy: just like malice - we build our palace from these bricks and mortar.
No order
No direction
Mass chaos and utter confusion and upset digestions and mass panic and total fear ........ of the end that may be near.......... or the now that somehow sneers at our daily striving... Like buzzing gnats flying.
In the end only to burn out... brief candle ... only to fade away... a shade of gray.
Run from the light.
To fail and to fight... a bell chimes in a dark corner and morning to night, night to morning, without warning there is only scorning.
~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~~
The leaf wisps from its branch and startles the blue jay who flies into oncoming traffic and shits on the window pane of the motorist who, partially insane, runs over the 5 year old and splatters the brains of the innocent....
The future dies..
The killer who awoke before dawn drives on and on and on.
Great pain is felt by the father who weeps for a lost son. Mother earth is woeful as the wind moans with agony and deep sighs................ And the blue jay flies............ away, dismayed................. But no longer afraid................. As we all start a new day.
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Submitted on February 23, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Characters | 2,127 |
Words | 349 |
Stanzas | 25 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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