Topic: Where is my Helipad? 2 | |
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Edited by
shapirobo
on
Thu 08/15/13 08:20 PM
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It’s been a while since last I saw such a black & white view
The 90’s, I think was last I saw this scene play out on a screen a little kid then, innocent & accepting how far you’ve gone! Trapped in between now & then, Boy or Man? Like a stitch-thread drowning in blood trying to escape its cell of flesh I Struggle to love or hate the overly awful familiar stench of blood Climbing out of this grave, like differentiating pus from blood just by smell I can’t bare the reflection of myself, I fear worse discovered worst Like a well-cared for tree withering off, is it the care-giver or the weather? The choice to blame is always plain we are as much a product of ourselves as much as our friends I wear my crown of shame with such pride, a man humbled by his deeds the period between prescriptions & strength has left my mind on crutches An itching man tight in straps, a mountain too steep to climb how lovely things just get plucked off! Withered yellow leaves of men drained dry, falling apart from a firm stem beautiful like a hunters aim on a prey yet just as harmful Bad men stubborn like weeds, I wonder why the undeserving remain on their feet majestically I grief myself like I were someone else; This person I’ve become! Past, Passed, pass, pus; so close yet so far away the different meanings of such insignificantly significant words, logically & primal how little wars like whether to awake or not can shape lives, wars bigger than a world at war Attention! The difference between a soldier & a scholar; how equal minds can make such a fuss! Of a song… Some hear drums beat, guitar strings, violin tunes; some find meaning in the simple poetry. A mystery I starve to solve, the impact of definition A taste of my conflict, the wars I fight with myself Where to land this plane? I find myself drowned in pain why are our views defined by what we’ve seen? Questions as impossible as man’s so called beautiful view of the stars Complex like complexion & perception; Then there were racists & cultures Language perceived verbally and mentally, the difference in interpretation |
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