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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Layers of skin creaking thoughts Lungs of sea evicting us…angry…as it should be Who weeps slowly into blinding plight? We stop and turn, or do we, hoard morning to ourselves And trade the nights in excuse Fractured lines of us go up in a chorus of rhyme Where every lowly tone, becomes the same tune day after day At all the wrong times… Faint sounds rise aloud within our blackened smoke filled atriums Year after year after year…we blind the light, never satisfied With the blood of our victims Chock and mock its presence…by actions, anger, disillusionment… Fear. fear…fear Set me up a drink….I want to see how twisted storms calm Deny my pride, deny what I’ve become…. When children’s tears linger into old age… Hungry black gulls ripping at their flesh Lurking in ever dark alley, waiting like a predator Taking the innocent on a Ferris wheel ride, To the highest point, then holding them over the edge Watching them drop to their death…to “their” death And sleep…while so many talk of the forbidden fruit of Eden Does nothing satisfy…exotic…sheeshh, that word has Turned into something vulgar, dirty….when glowing faces turn to brown! But we drink till we are drunk...taking more and more and more We copy the false harsh and ugly words instead of leading by example Wanting more, and more…taking our children by the hand, leading them to Violence, corruption, allowing them to see and feel ever adult book store We are never satisfied…wanting more…and more… We call it sex…what happened to the knowledge of making love? We’re looking for a high, we’ll never find…in and through those we don’t know. We cry after the dead have been lowered in their graves What tears wept before…when they lived? What skeleton fingers Showed them the way…after staring for a time Low life trickles from the saliva of dogs in heat Taking, scavenging, fulfilling “their” needs…. We look first for ourselves…then if there’s anything left We may read aloud in humble abode, chanting about our contributions I take the form of a retarded child…searching through garbage Afraid to speak, with little knowledge…of what should be…but They claw at my clothes tearing them off my body With their demeaning eyes, uncaring….turning their backs… Calling me a menace to society….when they fear themselves... While civilization points and stares, or turns their backs…. The special child is simply that...we are the ones that are retarded...when we don't have the faintest clue of what is happiness? Have you ever seen or worked with a special child...seen that beam of trust, light, that effervensent glow that surrounds them... Everyone should take the time...to go see the movie "RADIO" as it sends a powerful message...and sets a perfect example of how rich a society can become. |
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ambrish Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 257India |
We look first for ourselves…then if there’s anything left We may read aloud in humble abode, chanting about our contributions very thought provoking.reveals our true nature. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ, God set us in a maze it is up to us to find the way out. LOL  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Hiya to both of you....thank you both for taking the time to read and comment, apprecaite muchly. It's so sad to see society ignore the important things in life...they don't see people's suffering, need for love...understanding and patience...fear what they don't understand or isn't within their concept...and within these special children...I see, "we" are the ones who are retarded at times???? |
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