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angels roam the alleys,
sucking up love potion
and love waste,
straddling razors for cheap thrills,
high on caramel and cocaine,
drawing blood to get off easy.
Countless other huddle
on the head of the last pin
contemplating leaps
into the great uncharted.
Because home is no more
than reassurance in the mind of man,
that we are puppets,
dancing merrily
to our master's melody.
But we replaced prophecy for pragma,
chorus for chairos, trust
for television. As we should.
It's the age of evolution.
But angels are awake,
abandoned and alone.
Extend a thought if you will
to those who stumble,
desperate to accommodate
to an imperfect Eden.
A hand and a heart,
if you are brave enough.
Thought-provoking and well-written throughout, but this bit hits me harder than the rest:
"Because home is no more
than reassurance in the mind of man"
So well done.
My cerebral cortex as well as My conscience. You made many statements in this one work that placed alot on My food for thought plate tonight. Excellent write.
Vixxx
My cerebral cortex as well as My conscience. You made many statements in this one work that placed alot on My food for thought plate tonight. Excellent write.
Vixxx
Your poem was mentioned on the thread
"New Poems Reviews"
Thanks for the journey~
I loved this work, artful, robust and pointed. I felt sadness in this work for the state of our society, lost victims to the smallness of minds fettered to the trust of television...many wonderful lines here with some much to say. I love a poem that makes one think on so many levels.. and you do this brillantly. Thank you for the read and the exercise of my gray matter!
Du Lac~