»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #3
»
Life is Like
| Dark Poetry #3 |
|
Life is Like |
|
|
eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys 
|
"Business men they drink my wine, plow-man take my herb…" Bob Dylan Is reality really real, or is it a made up False fiction, fronting itself to be falsely free, finding nothing, Pretending facts don’t pertain to a portrait of ones self, Yet, yes-men aren’t men without the yes, Is it all too real, or all too fake, Never lending its answer to us, but wrapping in a box, Sealed with glue, in a trunk with chains, Three locks, and buried six feet deep, So the next can spend years digging it up, Only to be defeated by meticulous preparation at every turn, Every step is backwards, surrendering superfluous speech, For monotone, mundane, mediocre words, That could never spell out our truths, So, we tend to prepare the beautiful line, To free us from our freedoms that we forget matter. |
||
| © Copyright 2002 matt cockrell - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Alpha_Omega Junior Member
since 2002-11-26
Posts 23 |
It seems though as if you are caught up in your own feelings, almost like the Duality of man, quite quaint. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
