Dark Poetry #4 |
When undotted i's stumble |
dwgpoet Member
since 2007-03-05
Posts 122FL, USA |
When Woe to the man; “Who trips up these little ones;” with a long parade of eulogizers: colorless, miles underground; Who say “the soul lives somewhere.” Whose dreams pass sons through the fire; Where “‘no light will ever shine’” hope on their earth quandary, their dead-end alley: “tested in War?” “Why were humans here?” Whose charmers see a Triad image in aborted eyes; “where singers are never heard;” only embryos’ womb cries; “night cobra, creation Myth;” Whose data transfer online imbues a black holes collapse; where gravitational force induce technophobia; “where no craftsman is there found;” Whose totem poles transform sports; incarnating millionaires; where steroids masked FDA?; where apocalyptic cries “unconscious is beat the snitch!;” Where no millstone is there heard; where wives cheat alimony; “and no bride is ever heard in you again; because your ... for by your ... all were misled.” |
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rrrstop Junior Member
since 2007-04-21
Posts 27Florida |
7657 - excellent. You've been watching television with a remote, haven't you? I like your e-black hole metaphor, seeing as the whole shebang is overexpanded like a supergiant star or pyramid scheme now. (Not talkin' about a dot-com boom, just basic infrastructure... and so much greed loaded onto it!) |
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