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lovejunkie
Member

since 2003-12-31

Posts 93
Indiana

0 posted 2004-10-19 02:25 PM

I've seen the faces of a new generation
       with no beat, no rythmn to call their own
       no prose, no reflection on the mirror.
Young victims who sit in their dimly lit rooms
       having all the time in the clock
       to fantasize about roadtrips  and intimate sex
       to close their eyes and feel the familiar choke
       of anxiety caused by a clear state of mind
who feel the blistering pressure on their foreheads
       and try to escape to dark alleys in Paris
       to the backs of trucks traveling West
       to broken escalators rising towards Heaven
       and to the curvy corners of their best friend's minds.
People who use masterpieces to cover the holes in their walls
       and use albums to bait lovers into spending the night
       when all either one wants to do is go home
       to stare off into the wild eyes of the moon
       or drink hot coffee on a July sidewalk day
Teenage boys who don't understand teenage girls
       who spend the night tearing at their rebelious hair
       begging beatniks to come back down
       from their heavenly poet's conference
       and tell them what it's like to live and die
       like real men without a clue
who know the fear of a heartbeat inside a womb
       who search the skies for the answer
       but find only smug clouds
       and a crying girlfriend on the telephone.
The faces who press next to each other to keep warm
       on cold, rainy days, looking for a good time
       and finding only each other in love
       staring down the street through gates
       and wondering if anyone else appreciates the sight
who get drunk off the words of their heros
       writing from small towns in Mexico
       and sleeping with witches on the East Coast
who laugh at burning insects
       and stare in awe as the smoke curls into a lizard wearing a crown.

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

1 posted 2004-10-19 02:43 PM

You brought a lot of images forth to my mind with this write. I enjoyed this one very much.

The greatest beauty on earth, is
found in the hearts of those
who love....

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

2 posted 2004-10-19 02:47 PM

I agree with Gentle Spirit - this is rich in its imagery and it also carries a definite mood - enjoyed the experience -

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

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