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Chasers of All Clichés under the Sun
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Chasers of All Clichés under the Sun |
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darkblues Junior Member
since 2007-02-20
Posts 27 |
As humans do Everyday Striding forth to every shore Ideas of magnetic splendour Hands fumble around In the shadows Flailing arms Finding new ways Of plunder Bombing out and With Crazy shout Those trying to hide from Constant rain And the inevitable. Black cat interrupt Needs to be fed Inside this shelter fantasy Milk and warmth and bed… Contract couldn’t be drawn I have no face- I am the human race Shown up in this sanctuary Wide open and without grace I ask you Before tomorrows dawn Startles us like rabbits- You lie! It always does What can give us hope? What can cleanse? What can mend? What can defend us without attack? Those deep seated winds Or cosmic rays bringing us New days? Christ no- Chasers of storms, Chasers of all clichés under the sun. |
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Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
A good poem about the human race. 2 thumbs up |
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