Socialization
Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:30 am
Socialization
Constricted within these hidden walls
our lungs exhale air with garbage, inhaling
the intoxicating bubbles that sparkle in the light
though burns inside the lining where your desires lay.
The scars restrict your every breath, curbing your free voice
suppressing your inquisitive thoughts like brutal hammering.
The walls echoed commandments through universal bars,
trapping us like fattened chickens succumbing to the circling vultures high above.
The best are granted a quicker success, though born to labour their eggs
laying amidst the darkness as masters profit and glorify power.
Different frequencies control the makings of the social conventions
Like birds of prey endure life with clipped wings, walking
the spider web of cross roads that muddle the harried minds.
Whether to cross the London Bridge to a quieter destiny
or plunge into the depths of the growing flowing papered faeces
ejected by lost souls that are swimming with exhaustion,
drowning in dreams.
Whilst breathing specks of dust that clouds the minds
like roaring volcanoes that block out sunlight, wilting life.
The bark diminishes as the mechanical beast cuts through in one swoop.
Only time can heal the aftermaths as time determines the consequences.
A place where choices disappear like the lands before
where the sea rises, undressing the shores, chipping away
chipping away, unseen by the naked eye. Until one day
the foundation gives, like life has been annulled with a blink
so watch the shores and see the sea crashing waves and remember...
listen to the rush like poets illustrating his words
the truth is there waiting and waiting to be heard once again
and to understand them....before time decides for you
like the silvery moon slipping further away and
the sea loses its rhythmic journey and lands
becoming lost where life could vanish and soon you are...
alone.
(Revised version illustrating a working progress)
Socialization
Constricted within these hidden walls
our lungs exhale air with garbage,
inhaling the bubbles
that burns the lining of desires.
Scars restricts every breath, curbing the voice
suppressed inquisitive thoughts hammering.
Walls echoe commandments from universal bars,
trapped like chickens succumbed to the circling vultures high above.
born to labour their eggs
laying amidst the darkness as masters expand acres of land.
frequencies control social conventions
Like birds of prey with clipped wings, walking
the spider web. Cross roads that muddle the harried minds.
Whether to cross the London Bridge to a quieter destiny
or plunge into the depths of the growing flowing papered faeces
ejected by lost souls that are swimming with exhaustion,
drowning in dreams.
Breathing specks of dust like roaring volcanoes
that block out sunlight, wilting life.
The shiny beast cuts through in one swoop.
Choices disappear like the lands before.
The sea rises, undressing the shores, chipping away
unseen by the naked eye. Until one day the foundation gives,
and life has been annulled
Crashing waves like the rush of poets
illustrating his words ...the truth.
Waiting and waiting to be heard once again
and to understand before the tide disappears.
As the moon slips further afar
and sea loses its rhythmic journey, swirling mist.
Cold bites and heart beats
slows to a faint flutter
Socialization
Constricted within these hidden walls
our lungs exhale air with garbage,
inhaling the bubbles
that burns the lining of desires.
Scars restricts every breath, curbing the voice
suppressed thoughts hammering with choice.
Commandments echo from universal bars,
trapped chickens succumbed to circling vultures high above.
born to labour their eggs
laying amidst the darkness as masters expand acres of land.
frequencies control social conventions
Like birds of prey with clipped wings, walking
the spider web. Cross roads that muddle the harried minds.
Whether to cross the London Bridge to a quieter destiny
or plunge into the depths of the growing flowing papered faeces
drowning in dreams of yesterday
The sea rises, undressing the shores, chipping away
The foundation gives, and life vanished
Crashing waves like the rush of poets
illustrating his words ...the truth.
Waiting to be heard once again, an echo
to understand before the tide disappears.
The moon slips further from sea,
currents loses its rhythmic journey,
Cold bites and heart beats
slows to a faint flutter
I am working on your comments Dante on how I can accomplish this in the best way hopefully I can break this up. I am also trying to de clutter it.
Constricted within these hidden walls
our lungs exhale air with garbage, inhaling
the intoxicating bubbles that sparkle in the light
though burns inside the lining where your desires lay.
The scars restrict your every breath, curbing your free voice
suppressing your inquisitive thoughts like brutal hammering.
The walls echoed commandments through universal bars,
trapping us like fattened chickens succumbing to the circling vultures high above.
The best are granted a quicker success, though born to labour their eggs
laying amidst the darkness as masters profit and glorify power.
Different frequencies control the makings of the social conventions
Like birds of prey endure life with clipped wings, walking
the spider web of cross roads that muddle the harried minds.
Whether to cross the London Bridge to a quieter destiny
or plunge into the depths of the growing flowing papered faeces
ejected by lost souls that are swimming with exhaustion,
drowning in dreams.
Whilst breathing specks of dust that clouds the minds
like roaring volcanoes that block out sunlight, wilting life.
The bark diminishes as the mechanical beast cuts through in one swoop.
Only time can heal the aftermaths as time determines the consequences.
A place where choices disappear like the lands before
where the sea rises, undressing the shores, chipping away
chipping away, unseen by the naked eye. Until one day
the foundation gives, like life has been annulled with a blink
so watch the shores and see the sea crashing waves and remember...
listen to the rush like poets illustrating his words
the truth is there waiting and waiting to be heard once again
and to understand them....before time decides for you
like the silvery moon slipping further away and
the sea loses its rhythmic journey and lands
becoming lost where life could vanish and soon you are...
alone.
(Revised version illustrating a working progress)
Socialization
Constricted within these hidden walls
our lungs exhale air with garbage,
inhaling the bubbles
that burns the lining of desires.
Scars restricts every breath, curbing the voice
suppressed inquisitive thoughts hammering.
Walls echoe commandments from universal bars,
trapped like chickens succumbed to the circling vultures high above.
born to labour their eggs
laying amidst the darkness as masters expand acres of land.
frequencies control social conventions
Like birds of prey with clipped wings, walking
the spider web. Cross roads that muddle the harried minds.
Whether to cross the London Bridge to a quieter destiny
or plunge into the depths of the growing flowing papered faeces
ejected by lost souls that are swimming with exhaustion,
drowning in dreams.
Breathing specks of dust like roaring volcanoes
that block out sunlight, wilting life.
The shiny beast cuts through in one swoop.
Choices disappear like the lands before.
The sea rises, undressing the shores, chipping away
unseen by the naked eye. Until one day the foundation gives,
and life has been annulled
Crashing waves like the rush of poets
illustrating his words ...the truth.
Waiting and waiting to be heard once again
and to understand before the tide disappears.
As the moon slips further afar
and sea loses its rhythmic journey, swirling mist.
Cold bites and heart beats
slows to a faint flutter
Socialization
Constricted within these hidden walls
our lungs exhale air with garbage,
inhaling the bubbles
that burns the lining of desires.
Scars restricts every breath, curbing the voice
suppressed thoughts hammering with choice.
Commandments echo from universal bars,
trapped chickens succumbed to circling vultures high above.
born to labour their eggs
laying amidst the darkness as masters expand acres of land.
frequencies control social conventions
Like birds of prey with clipped wings, walking
the spider web. Cross roads that muddle the harried minds.
Whether to cross the London Bridge to a quieter destiny
or plunge into the depths of the growing flowing papered faeces
drowning in dreams of yesterday
The sea rises, undressing the shores, chipping away
The foundation gives, and life vanished
Crashing waves like the rush of poets
illustrating his words ...the truth.
Waiting to be heard once again, an echo
to understand before the tide disappears.
The moon slips further from sea,
currents loses its rhythmic journey,
Cold bites and heart beats
slows to a faint flutter
I am working on your comments Dante on how I can accomplish this in the best way hopefully I can break this up. I am also trying to de clutter it.