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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Jul 15, 2007 19:14:26 GMT -6
we are all struggled in the first breath we draw
words of our greatest grandfather, linger on our jaw
and the sickness that would teach the world as it was seen
and not in the way we saw, that what we saw
was the lie, we bow our heads and pray to
some viral machine, churning in our dna
waiting like a snake, once we have become the mouse...
somewhere, the wolves taught man to be sheep,
because they had already blamed the goats
for so many other things
and then the only 'scape
is the one from our own potential
and consecrated with a doctrine
that is circularly proving
itself "hole-ly"
then, they say a child will lead them
so they would abandon their own
waiting within
for then, there's all the needed crayons
to create whatever it is you perceive
as out there....
ears cannot hear...they take in the vibrations
it is the patterns and levels we give a symbology to
if we only learned to count
all that is actually not a thing at all...
we chuckle and snortle at our bane
and know the riddle
of Aladdin Seine..
and in the court
of the Jabberwocky be...
down the hole dragon
let's make the rabbit's flight
more interesting....
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Post by anirbas on Jul 15, 2007 20:57:28 GMT -6
*clap! clap! clap! clap! clap*
nobody can do surrealism like you do, mi amigo!!! great to see you hanging out and banging at the keys with the rest of the poetical gang!!! don't be such a stranger...hope you and the fam are kopacetic...now, I really must abscond to the Land of Nods though I would love to read all of ya'll and perhaps do a bit of poeming myself...take care of you and the fam, ya hear? btw, how is Chantal and the chirrens? Sabrina.
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