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Nothing
Contributed by
lostrelic
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Friday, 31st October 2014 @ 12:22:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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In slumber lakes and pools of tide.
From spoken moon to howling winds.
In the night I call out...
Nothing.
What is the point in calling if none listen?
Buzz from shattered eardrums, headphones playing melodic beats
Streets lost on cashless cracked roads, the taxman always rings twigs
Media spitting plagues and homegrown terrorists
Lost in all their lies
Who is that tapping on my chamber door?
Special interest groups with cardboard savious
Hollywood actors playing revolutionary games.
Asking not what I can do for my country
But what is my country doing for me.
Shall i give ode to the stars in tinsel town
Phony as the script in tow
As whimsical as a messiah complex comedy tour
The joke is the graven images in the guardian
Have we forgotten to watch the fruit they yield?
To busy with the word than the deed
The fame and not the mask
The rich but not in spirit.
As clocks tick to show that it still holds time
We barely live for minimal profit
Fighting to get fat on pie
To horde for 15 minutes of shame
Can we trust talking heads?
Suits in oval offices
Actors playing the chosen few
Time will tell what roads we choose
What falsehoods we can call our own
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2014-10-31 00:22:02]
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Re: Nothing
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by Invierno on
Friday, 31st October 2014 @ 08:25:20 AM AEST
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great expression and capture of how foul it all is.
I like this. thanks.
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Re: Nothing
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by softerware on
Saturday, 1st November 2014 @ 05:14:25 PM AEST
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How well you tied this to a central thought with your closing--Time will tell what roads we choose. What falsehoods we can call our own."
Armed with your theme I went back to re-read it, and I thoroughly enjoyed it,--again.
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