morning after.

[The Great Stanley K]

dial up an atmosphere
and ask for the dead air
it has a look trying to change
but still hard to breathe
static signals as I try to listen
the sky has a titanium soul this morning
as it is hard for me to see into it
can't see or hear anything
as the coldness of the ground
is mostly on my mind
personal displeasure over awakening
but what I am really missing?
the same environment my entire life
I haven't seen anything new
or the colours haven't taken power
I ask for something different
but wonder if my next home
will soon be in the background
beauty can't last forever

take a look at the world
a Woman at the edge of a cliff
screaming her rage at the sea
life in Nazi Germany
as the black flag of death drops on your head
running in circles
through the sewers of Paris
your life adjusts to each setting with time
with or without sanity
and then it makes you wonder why
you are stuck in an environment
thinking only about your next move

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO RUN IN CIRCLES

the world could show all of its beauty
to the face of a boy
but you would soon find him back
playing with his favorite toy
boredom equals death
as I find myslef not on the right subject
who really cares at this point?
or maybe this time in your life.
but believe me when I say
that the most interesting picture
this world has to offer
is a picture of the human face

-rougerum

 

[bicyclingfish]

A reply, if I may...

who?

who really cares, who really shares
who really knows the truth?
there's a hundred thousand million dead
and who really cares?

the books we read, the museum we saw
the truth has been denied.
Jews saw as lepers, Nazi's as saints
the truth has been denied.

computers brought the universe together
alienation
televisions, telephones, fax machines and pagers
alienation

satellite station
a grave for civilization?

volcano blows
an early cremation...


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"You tore a hole through space like a dark star falls from grace..."

 

[The Great Stanley K]

I think you are looking at it the wrong way.

-rougerum

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

"the best poems are those that are open to interpretation" - me

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

But hey good work Rougerum

 

[the gold trumpet]

I know but it is weird to take two lines of the poem and run with it like that, I just don't know. who cares. forget it.

-rougerum

 

[The Wanderer]

don't be modest rougerum . . .

you've got a lot to say -- say it!

 

[The Great Stanley K]

can't say cause I am the only one here on a leash and under the microscope of everyone else. If you want me to truly speak my mind than I doubt I will last much longer here. I am on restricted thinking.

-rougerum

 

[The Great Stanley K]

Every post or reply I make I am always thinking on how to write it where I hopefully don't offend anyone so half of it is what I am truly thinking. People rather have their feelings sparred than see me say what I have to say even if it isn't just swears. fuck! I get in even more trouble if I offend a girl, don't know why but I do. that is just how it is.

-rougerum

 

[The Wanderer]

thought police . . .
karma police . . .
fuck the police

 

[bicyclingfish]

Hey, umm... sorry if I wrote the wrong thing up there. Didn't mean to take it the wrong way. Damn spontaneous thought processes. Next time I'll take it to a new posting.