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General Poetry, Commanding You

Contributed by 01_zanzebar on Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 04:41:35 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

The Screens change
Loose cannons
Spawned out from acorns
Born over trees
Laid down is the track
Sleepers of oak

Runnin the railroad
Laying the pollution
As a train herds into my scene
As a devil breaks my dream
We all love flake in our ice scre.... hearts

Thrifty records we all survive
No-where to run
No-where to hide
Seventy is the number of reasons sum-ounted so far
and Two Thousend And Four is the year of this ramble

The Screen is made of glass
Transparent
As a soul
Of a bastard-child

Let your screen be cloudy
Hasten with haze and mystery
As the books we write with our lives
Become more linear with each passing day

Banish your thoughts to the corner of your mind, it has no use here
No you don’t need our help if your one of us
As they are what the railroad did to our tree's
And destroyed them to histories blasphemy

We wake for the new world
Because the thought of the old one was too hard to bear
As the burden we make ourselves
Is our Pilgrims Progress

Is our Book
Made from the paper of dead trees

...

Is your life.

Copyright Â© 01_zanzebar ... [ 2004-06-06 04:41:35]
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Re: General Poetry, Commanding You (User Rating: 1 )
by Sirena_Degana on Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 02:52:58 PM AEST
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I'm not sure if i got the meaning of this poem write...but i'll give it a try...

as the years pass things develop; ruin what the Goddess's and God's gave us...we ruin nature's beauty inch by inch....

that's what i got. please pm if i'm right..and if i'm wrong tell me.....this is a good piece... it has depth...and a meaning that is hard to understand but well put in any way.

Blessed Be!!!

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