Sunday, November 06, 2005

Coal Coloured Clouds

A graying cloud moves inland and settles above a pasture;
Livestock stomp their hooves and raise the roof of a rickety barn in joyous celebration.
Later that night, a woman lays in bed unsatisfied;
Her slaughter will be postponed, much to her dismay;
This is why the low-pressure front and the clitoris no longer speak.

Vagrants disintegrate into concrete wastelands,
As armchair revolutions are waged with theoretical ambivalence;
Fortunately, full-bellies will be filled again tonight;
There’s no need to worry, they'll be just fine.

Cruel humans sculpt desperate groveling into their personal masterpieces;
Madmen toss journals shaped like canaries into an already raging inferno,
All the while, Nero’s fiddle plays its same sad song in old Paris.
Do his stings ever tire?

To fear apathy is wise when vultures stalk fresh corpses.
The flowers beneath the treads of tanks may seed stubborn posterity:
They are called weeds;
And they are not easily pruned.

Did you know that men suckle both breasts and blood?
The aroma of both incenses the super-ego and fuels a lust for immortality;
The arousal is apparent.

Unscrupulous do-gooders squeeze dignity from the victims of their loving charity.
In the iconic fantasies they have manufactured,
they see the souls they’ve been trying to save: their own.
For them, that is more pleasing than the monster in their mirrors.
So they surround themselves,
with poverty of speech, value and intimacy to avoid a familiar nightmare.

The absurdity of privileged depression;
It makes sense if your gazpacho was served on silver,
even if your nanny spilled a bit of it on the floor.
Human suffering occurs in ghettos found in the confines of rich men’s homes.

The jewels in a crown
shine brightest in the eyes of those with their noses pressed against the throne.
Find out your mountain is a molehill; and you’ve wasted your life.
Think hard… this could be you.
But remember, people often get what they ask for.


Blogger Just Some Gal said...

Ahhh, I don't know how to truly comment to this. It makes me want to do a double take on what I've done in my life. I read this earlier this weekend and wanted to wait and see what everyone else's reaction was. Ah well, I'll go out on a limb.

I just hope that I've not put my own selfishness before others when it mattered most. I like to think I'm wittling away at my mountain and making it a molehill.

Thanks for this poem. Again, I'm extremely impressed at how deep it is.

10:25 AM, November 07, 2005  
Blogger defiant goddess said...

I love how your words are not only creative but highly intelligent.

2:42 PM, November 07, 2005  
Blogger dragonfly of the night said...

You perfectly portreyed in your poem the hypocrisy of human being, the madness who rules in the world deeply covered with empty words,the lust for blood, for violence, which is an inseparable part of humans..
Isn't it ironic that despite centuries of evolution, of civilization we don't seem to be far from the dawn of civilization, when violence was the primal instinct..

A philosophical survey on human condition under the pressure of history..
Humans never learn from the lessons of past times, the present world context is the proof of that.

"The jewels in a crown
shine brightest in the eyes of those with their noses pressed against the throne."
Appearance is always deceiving but people search it, mind is tricked by what eyes see and this only leads to ignorance of truth.

Impressive lines, and very strong images. A truly powerful poem.

4:38 PM, November 07, 2005  
Blogger Georgiapeach said...

Wow, this sounds like some Ai writings. Are you familar with her. If not cheack her out. This was a very intense poem.

11:32 AM, November 08, 2005  

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