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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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The angels on floaters fall to the skies with rigor mortis eyes, seeing is never believing. Arms spread out as wings we once had as birds sailing the turbulence of dust highways and skeletal trees. Roman churches roaming home carrying pocket holes of dreams bound as blankets to soothe us and our somatic burns. From here view deepening clouds heavy threatening twinned the seasonal fabrics of Heaven exploding. In distance beyond barriers of this urban safari, under shade of bus shelter a ragged elder-female chews, as "naked lunch", insects groping her gums; mouth sharpens into grimace. On overpass, angels preach down from concrete pulpits onto traffic clogged motorways; the new congregation herded to a standstill. Not one believer among you in this exhibit of splintered dreams and terror infants skinning wings off angels. The angels on downers rise to the earth with wings of dirt, deny free will through constant control; perform for others entertainment compelled through corrected thought. This is our fake Tropicana almost organic our pride where family is clinical bred. I have stumbled on the trail surrounded by chemical lepers feeding disease in urinal rivers and parasite stench habitats. Trailing in tiredness, I want not to continue. The yawning lion screams silence at its captures, too sedated to protest, all fight leeched from its spirit with no lover at hand. Within my enclosure, the angels are attached by umbilical, numbly I swing content with tire tricks. The children cheer as adults constrained have paid to observe not interact. Unaware of their cages, of being observed in false environment, always have believed that this is natural. |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Brian - read this twice ---am not quite sure of the message-- so it must be too profound for me -- or as I read it - extremely sad netswan |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Brian, WOW, I would like , or hope that this was not the way the world out there is, but some how it is, and how did we let it come to this? The way you describ it leaves such a taste in my mouth, hence what should be home, safty, a place of love and security is just simply a habitat nothing more. Very powerful writing here Brian, you have a way with words. Thank you for sharing this, Cerenity |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
You've captured the dark side of our habitat well Brian, in a very foreboding and almost terrifying way. Such is the world we live in when we see beyond the rose-coloured glasses. Well written and thought provoking ... /Kit |
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