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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
"sixties" I speak in tongues apart of martyrdom and sacrifice when soup cans were art and cigarettes were underpriced peace hung around one's neck an albatross of disrespect when communal love was "free" to take, or make, or "let it be" cut wisdom teeth on teenage angst and count your losses on the news when "bingo" was a game of ranks that numbered names to win or lose "where have all the flowers gone" what happened to them in the song coming home they don't belong to honor, duty, right or wrong mad monk prophet priests holy hippie heretic beliefs jaded judas beggar thief broken bottled ghostly grief in the sewered city street these are surely your forgotten youth writhing in your "wonder years" from insufficient breast fed fears crying gothic griefless tears darkness drives but no one steers allegiance always to your peers tattoos piercing deafened ears believing only your begotten though the sixties fathered social change the "generation gap" remains rebellious spirit reigns in ever new directions closed captioned in a single frame we have no one else to blame for our future's acute pain drains from chronic dire infections (c) William F. Stocks 2001 "The rose, like the cactus flower, protects herself with thorns. We however, impale ourselves on their beauty." |
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~DreamChild~ Senior Member
since 2001-04-23
Posts 544in your dreams |
wow! this is an awesome poem! Thanks for sharing. ~DreamChild~ |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Thanks so much for reading, Dream_Child. And welcome to the Pub.  "The rose, like the cactus flower, protects herself with thorns. We however, impale ourselves on their beauty." |
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