»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #3
»
Citizen Reaction
| Dark Poetry #3 |
|
Citizen Reaction |
|
|
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
the worm has no appeal ) Keep Coming ( the pressure has made this stay show potential...attention desire -KEEP COMING- but get out of the way I'm In your frustrated Grasp I need to know your the last THE LAST Did my BENIGN punishment make you think of coma's of careful citizen - Reaction dont ponder time as if you had some control Just sway January then let go live by light by slavery do whatever normal people do you HAVE A PURPOSE you are not a (MISTAKE) off course the life was not led in wait Will you develop me then i could see and not be seen no skills except lack of mind That which is not hard to find unique as a light bulb dimmer and thinner they wont care about this moment they wont care and they wont showit How does this feel and why does it feel how do i express this detachment ( - in a airless sanctuary - ) thats how how can i express this empty (aare you really being paid enough tooo care) healthy too l the healthy tool attract to what attacks you the recovering addict of a recovering obsession has met the end full of bad views built upon good news...the walking vegetation encloses over him this is my surprise i so dread the real tides know to laugh i know to laugh gold digging great design old men listing their last breath in the phone book or online to whomever this concerns to whomever runs to wolves to escape the bear to those that feel low and lower invest in world wide decay its the only way i leave can never believe the relief is everywhere th at i've never been no tattoos no piercings ( And the birds fly ) ( and the birds fly ) (i now know why the birds fly ) no absence no reliance can it be possible can this be true everything you are and have ever been can be confined to pa per and pen ? admiring a pretty woman admiring a pretty weapon \\\\\there is no difference HAS anyone considered the devil is just god on a big bad day admiring our way no gothic desires nothing keeping you up at night it seems everything can kill you but it wont \ torn by blades the world and its blades but im just as happy as a steamed lobster i will birth the beetle make this trouble with sleeping (fake smile and all) avoid all the work if im appealing tell me force feed it to me and watch me change for what its worth (meet Jordan meet filth watch them procreate and drown in their pills and pot for whine they will not) material found the other world decoration FOUND the feel good formation a life of smoke a life of provoke no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate |
||
| © Copyright 2001 John Dixon - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
wow...this is INTENSE...I like the format, like thoughts that drift and yet connect--sort of a lifethought begging to make sense of the senseless...and btw, if I am WAY off the mark of your intent? I always said, what a reader interprets says more about the reader than the poet OR the poem. But many smiles, I like this...it reminded me a bit of an addict's last rambling (please smile and see above) Enjoyed. |
||
|
citizenx Member
since 2001-07-31
Posts 189motorcade |
I have to ask this, because I referred to a "Jordan" in my poem Passage posted in Crit, I was referring to Jordan the famous british page 3 model. I was just curious, if that was your Jordan. Ok now that I got that out of my system, I think I say wow, this is very refreshing and powerful piece of poetry. One for the library. shadows flicker sweet end tame |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
