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--Lined up mournfully in a moody swing
The jazzy rhythm of silent footsteps
Carry non-existent
Urban things
As neon burns and soft spoken ashes
Light up and set aflame
Themselves
Into a bright conundrum
Preaching false pretense
And unjustified statute--

Towering minarets fall
As abused by the muezzin
Dancing in a grotesque minuet
Society and its stillness
Shall not sing
Against its queen.
They turn their heads away
In successful beat
After beat
After beat
Of injustice.
“they shall not sing.”
Poisoned by hopeless idealism
And hopeless belief
They are left perplexed
In salutary misery.

“I shall indulge in salted salmonella
And wait for my incoherent thoughts
To come and save me.”

Rebellion.

God sleeps a wink and leaves His children
To do the smiting for him.

Rebellion.

The saints watch in agony.
As blood soaks the grayish city streets.
And the men drown themselves
In pointless phylactery
Trying to seize the Salvationists
From making believe
That they could actually retrieve
What’s left
Of the spoils of humanity.
Society is thrust
Into an amalgam
Of antipathy
And subversion
And apathy.
While those too weak
Jump into a pool
Of toxic perfidy
The pungent stench
Gagging all punctiliousness
And raping all forms of innocence.

“The sinful swim in hot lucre and are filled with hollow rapture.”

Drenched in acid sweat
Those of the working class
Dissolve under a tyrannical sun
That curiously inebriates itself in
Common kakistokracy.

“We fall prey to time."

Conspiracy.

God shows His mercy through conspiracy.

“Your sweet little lies show their crystalline eyes.”

God shows His mercy through conspiracy.

In the afternoon,
In the night that turns dawn.

Time turns its tables on itself.
And undoes
Whatever playful fiasco
It has made—

--Lined up mournfully in a moody swing
The jazzy rhythm of silent footsteps
Carry non-existent
Urban things
As neon burns and soft spoken ashes
Light up and set aflame
Themselves
Into a bright conundrum
Preaching false pretense
And unjustified statute—

…how perfectly created are the ways the ants work to survive…




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On Monday July 9th, 2007, carlosjackal (1656) writes:
***=)*** I feel like I seriously shouldn't be commenting yet, as my head is still spinning. Society on its knees, yet the ants keep on working, never sleeping..Unique and spellbinding -Carl


On Wednesday March 7th, 2007, raskal (199) writes:
Wow! Stunning, insightful, profound -I would love to elaborate further -but I'm lost for words which could do this justice..


On Saturday May 6th, 2006, AniDayz (1281) writes:
you blend an intense introspective unto an intelligant array of clear, fantastical understanding, painted with poetic beauty. which creates an intricate masterpiece...


On Saturday May 6th, 2006, AniDayz (1281) writes:
... a creation that has no limitation and speaks so profoundly sincere, with a truth that flows throughout and within the waves of it's own rhythm. and you capture my breath and relase it, in doing so.


On Tuesday April 25th, 2006, TheBardOfBlasphemy (472) writes:
ah... the decadence of this failing humanity! this was blood glut chaos war and big man ramming little butts... this was the wrapping to my doobie as i sit and smoke up, watching the last of the world burn to dust.


On Tuesday April 25th, 2006, TheBardOfBlasphemy (472) writes:
this was none of those things, but it sure was harsh and real and full of fire. great!


On Saturday April 22nd, 2006, Army Barbie (499) writes:
If I had words to describe this they would be no compliment I assure. This is too amazing for my pettyness.


On Friday April 7th, 2006, evolve (2228) writes:
I could not begin to recall how many times I've stumbled over this..each time.. and I'm still speechless.. you astound and inspire. ...Jules should be an adjective ...but only used on you. (hope that makes sense)


On Tuesday April 4th, 2006, wannabe_rebel (25) writes:
your commentary on God, sin, survival... it's amazing. I recognize a good poem when I think to myself, "I wish I'd written that," and that is exactly how I feel about this one.


On Monday March 13th, 2006, Grey Lies (230) writes:
you play with words so melodiously. it sways between the roof of my mouth to my dry tongue and seeps through my lips so perfectly. you amaze me.


On Monday March 13th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1160) writes:
"The saints watch in agony. As blood soaks the grayish city streets. And the men drown themselves In pointless phylactery"- your trains of thought are so magical and full of spectacular imagery..and your last line..just nailed it.


On Sunday March 12th, 2006, Crumpled Dragonflies (105) writes:
You have an interesting hold on language. I believe I shall read this a few more times...~Memory


On Sunday March 12th, 2006, manywalks (950) writes:
Damn, I am glad I read this. Absolutely delightful read, and thought provoking. Thank you. ~ mw



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