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Mad World
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Mad World |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Lord, why have you spun me down this alley this dark corner in a world that is shrinking a man from a vast valley of wide open spaces walks down an artificial canyon nay, a maze in a country, a world that denies your name with their own mouths they proclaim their trouble living in a country where no one thinks nor cares of whats best for others no sense, nor heart for their brethren no sense of honor nor right or wrong they've created a Mad World with every child that never learns your song, your praise no expressions, empty faces on the trams, the metros drones, a stream of bodies filing up filing down... stairs on their way... to where? and so I look I raise my gaze to meet the eyes, face to face, moving from... face to face counting until I find one... find one that is still alive they're out there but they're rare a soul, a flame a glimmer of light of life in this... Mad World |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Uh, I don't understand this . . . "in a country, a world / that denies your name." ~ What's The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup? / Anyone Can Roast Beef. ~ |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
if I understand this correctly, it speaks volumes of truth (and describes the world in which we find ourselves so very well described) ...good, thought-provoking write...enjoyed |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Jerry, I was talking about God the Czech Republic is 70% Atheist |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
"to meet the eyes, face to face, moving from... face to face counting until I find one... find one that is still alive" Finding God in their eyes like needles in a haystack...Good capture of a cold gray feeling. Lori |
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