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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road 
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We chat and smile through every day Building the walls of our prison Around us we gather a glittering array Bright things to soothe harsh reality away Pretty comforts for our prison But once in a while, every now and then A harsh ray of light pierces the den A disturbance in our prison What enters within is a knowledge of pain A death, disease, some disaster, and then All colours fade in our prison But soon enough its submerged again Within a consuming banality rain We re-build the walls of our prison We live our lives self-hypnotised Justifying each and every step Leading to our prison We lick our sacred employers' feet The supplier of all our worldly needs Joint jailors of our prison We gain the things that weigh us down That seal our fate and means of escape From our self-made prison And in the end these safe safe, walls grow terrifying and tall And bar all hope of escape And we see too late the truth of our room While building a prison. We furnished a tomb. [This message has been edited by allan (edited 02-13-2001).] |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Alan.... I was left with chills and a loss of breath. Not only have you writen a great poem, you've made a very true and chilling point! Scary how we live our lives, isn't it? Excellent piece Alan! ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" |
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Swamp¤Faeryie Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 393fairyland....of course;) |
Bright things to soothe harsh reality away Pretty comforts for our prison that is a striking line,to me personaly...but i have a tiny bit of a thoreau complex. Kind of reminds you of the way a child will collect sparkling stickersor plastic beads,anything that shines,but in the end it's like being a pack rat who packs them in dark corners where they don't even shine and they become worthless trinkets.Funny how we collect these little lie-trinkets. Thought provoking poem...and well written,i will now depart to clean out my closet and rid myself of all my worldly goods,then i will go live in the woods in a 6 by 8 cabin....oh wait,i would have to get rid of my computer too wouldn't i??  bummer...walden will have to wait  sammi Do i contradict myself?Very well i contradict myself.I contain multitudes.~walt whitman |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
Thank you Irie and Swampie both. If only I could live up to my own ideals...! Thanks for your lovely comments! Allan  |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
*sniffsniff* you put it so wonderfully.. but yeah, I could never come out from behind my prison walls.. I guess we all just need a bit of reassurance, something to hold onto.. need to feel in control.. we do it to ourselves, and there's no way we can help it.. This is such a heartfelt poem Allan.. amazingly written, amazing ideas.. I'll keep this in my library forever.. ^^ Love, Lynne "He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened." Lao-tsu |
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amyX Junior Member
since 2001-04-02
Posts 32 |
I am in a shiver from reading this I look about my own prison Is it hell? Is it heaven? Day to day it changes great work!! Victims, aren't we all? |
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