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Array ( [sid] => 132691 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Beyond The Black Holes [time] => 2007-03-14 07:17:53 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I sat with drowsy heavy head,
In the radiant room,
Illuminated with the manmade lights,
As my tired head sank into the soft pillow,
The lights went out, the fake visions vanished,
The murky thick clouds began to glide,
Converge; merge in front of my shut eyes,
The blackness darkened more and more,
And I felt standing,
In front of the mouth, one of the black-holes,
Seemed engulfing the entire substance,
Then black-holes in the black-hole,
Crushed, dissolve my carnal existence,
And remained behind only the feathery sensation,
With all the senses alive,
Then thickened negritude became thinned,
Like smog or mist that wraps us in winter,
A miserable world then captured my eyes,
The similar earth with the engaged battlefields,
The fiery ironed-birds were busy in dropping flashes,
From the smoky firmament,
The deadening rumbles, clamours I heard,
Penetrating cries of hapless men, women and children,
Entered perforating my ears,
Thousands of the spots emitted smoky mushrooms,
A ragged wounded man stumbled beside,
The aged laming woman as if eloped for the safe hide,
A mother kangaroo lay breathless injured,
Her trembling infant peeped out of her pouch,
A saintly man with worried looks,
With white robes and long white beard,
Stood depressed on the mound,
And on the opposite peak sat a sable fearful man,
With woeful shapes, he laughed with loud laughter,
As if he commended, praised the activity,
Meanwhile hurting lights returned,
And as my eyes opened, I was sightless.

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Beyond The Black Holes

Contributed by MuhammadShanazar on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 07:17:53 AM in AEST
Topic: war

I sat with drowsy heavy head,
In the radiant room,
Illuminated with the manmade lights,
As my tired head sank into the soft pillow,
The lights went out, the fake visions vanished,
The murky thick clouds began to glide,
Converge; merge in front of my shut eyes,
The blackness darkened more and more,
And I felt standing,
In front of the mouth, one of the black-holes,
Seemed engulfing the entire substance,
Then black-holes in the black-hole,
Crushed, dissolve my carnal existence,
And remained behind only the feathery sensation,
With all the senses alive,
Then thickened negritude became thinned,
Like smog or mist that wraps us in winter,
A miserable world then captured my eyes,
The similar earth with the engaged battlefields,
The fiery ironed-birds were busy in dropping flashes,
From the smoky firmament,
The deadening rumbles, clamours I heard,
Penetrating cries of hapless men, women and children,
Entered perforating my ears,
Thousands of the spots emitted smoky mushrooms,
A ragged wounded man stumbled beside,
The aged laming woman as if eloped for the safe hide,
A mother kangaroo lay breathless injured,
Her trembling infant peeped out of her pouch,
A saintly man with worried looks,
With white robes and long white beard,
Stood depressed on the mound,
And on the opposite peak sat a sable fearful man,
With woeful shapes, he laughed with loud laughter,
As if he commended, praised the activity,
Meanwhile hurting lights returned,
And as my eyes opened, I was sightless.

Copyright © MuhammadShanazar ... [ 2007-03-14 07:17:53]
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Re: Beyond The Black Holes (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 07:29:54 AM AEST
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It is a good imaginative poem, beautifully composed.
Only thing is that people of the nations should learn to see and avoid the murky black hole of bitter war.

FRANCO.

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