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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
Chariots of fire gathering dieties Doused in nine-foot oceans The last hopes of three-inch men With seven-mile brains When detour signs crash At the eight-foot mentalities Race-car cylinders Breaking, leaking, reversing Cause outward scopes Switched inward Balanced universes Off their tilts All in the brains Of civilized men With cave-men clubs Beating the primal drums |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Oh my. A world gone mad, so early in the morning. You captured the idea vividly. Joyce |
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Little_Spyro Senior Member
since 2000-01-09
Posts 659San Diego, CA, USA |
Hey, this poem makes as much sense as anything else in modern-day Earth; I mean, we park on driveways and drive on parkways, there are anarchic organizations, the most popular music is noise, and computers dominate society. Great work, symphony! Little Spyro T. Dragon |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
Chaos.... Very nicely written and very thought provoking.. BWA Your time is here. Take one last look at it, then never come back. This part of your life is already over... |
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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
Thanks for the comments guys. Although I was trying to make it sound crazy I actually meant for it to relate to daily life and how anybody can make irrational decisions, even the smartest or most richest of individuals. |
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