Heres one of the poems I read this evening: AND THEN I WOKE UP and then I woke up and now I awake and when I awake and how do I wake and why should I wake and whom will I wake and how will she quake once I awake out of joy or fear shall she disappear will I re-appear while being unclear as I shed some tears knowing its unfair to awaken alone but thats how it is a rude awakening while our heads buried in the sands of time and space protracting some grace from ignorance laced with pockets of insight ready to fight for all that is right though she lie in her plight alone with insight not able to assuage at any age the latest rage that spreads like sage condoning the maze of many a phase of mindless praise gone to our heads swelled in size grabbing high fives pats on our backs imagine that a waste of good ego trying to be bought so we can court the ideaology that falls short of anything real resembling a shpiel another attempt to make us squeal while someone is selling our ideal... AND THEN I WOKE UP ©stephen.futral / 8.2010
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 07:02:08 +0000
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