I looked down
upon bloodless eyes
saw a tremendous town
wing-shaped in tinctured skies
Bright fall walls
the backcloth of something brand-new
sensing for primordial telephony
of contextualization, intelligence
I could hardly, conceive my pondering
fingers wrapped in gold inlay, idle on stone
coldness fluent in all aspects of life
plate subordinates to the statement, this ink we scribe
...built on thought, reason, and taste...
the craving of powerful mortals, of arrogant men, desperate
to the cloudy waters below...
Has time no heading, that it cannot see upon reasonable uncertainty
that this pregnant thought has brought us to maimed soul, a declaration of umpteen teardrops....
I wonder how our world could endure such ferociousness, that it cannot labor daring peril... forsaken all others for the hungriness that spans within its own selves...
To lay down arms, shields, the rock of the universes
its rationalizations, its comforts so needy- but mere traps
for all others to consume...
Technology has brought us upon hard-boiled times
taken us on one of a kind rides, on magical residues, and spread our minds thin...
...tiny pieces calm down above crested, crusty clouds- where rainbow once hung... waiting for a bright smile, and style no one else could forgive... luxury times- sleeps on pillows made of hatred, stone cold feeling, emotion over-flowing with passion.... a fiery circle of lust- created by the thirstiness of wombs lost, dreams scattered about Boulevards stricken with disease, and mustard grins of fellow gentlemen...
As dawn falls, so does the reasons of rhyme... singing hymns lost under miles of soil... we bare truths favorable by times way...
...People running to get to the podium, the realm of morrow, the end of day, the hour of forgiveness... Hath' no bounty submerged itself within... there is this lady who whales on absent stairs, stars shut down... when a hole forms in little hearts... God has left this door open, so that he may enter- and fly gracefully.... away... Goodbye my Angel... be well... love all those who see'ith no beginning, and embrace the changing of life....
(c) by Karen D. 2o11
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