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Reflections

Things are always different
things are ever changing
looking through reflections
one gets lost

in a mad house made of glass
one throws stones
but the stones must be much bigger
just go home
sit there in your room and do not cry
feel the hollow emptiness deep inside

don't go near the fun house
it's not fun
the madman in the shadows has a gun
it is only made of words that make you run
chasing ever after after shadows without sun

I am such a fool - I should not play
it is contagion to the senses and the mind
we are only tools unto the blind

people using people as their tools
to read behind a lip that has not moved
I am lost within this madness
i've gone hatless
and my mind
is the software to a winking neon sign

the people are a pigment
on a canvass made of lies
broken on the pavement
bleeding open
dip the brush
before they dry.

I should just unplug
but we are all connected
there is no plug
Poems from the inside
seek the light of day
there is no plug

there are people who are starving
feed the poor
their dying has a flavor
we can savor
feed the poor

I cannot unplug
we are all connected
there is no plug

omy god i'm screaming
there's no plug
we are all connected
there's no plug

omy god i'm screaming
we are all connected
there's no plug

omygod im screaming
am i dreaming
there's no plug



© D. Winter
November 24, 2007

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Tags: American, Reflections, dissent, poetry

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Comment by Dazzling Zoomer Gal Diana on July 17, 2009 at 5:45pm
Yes ZD. Above is by me as a response inspired and in continuation of the line of thought to
"the people are a pigment on a canvass made of lies,
broken on the pavement
bleeding open
dip the brush
before they dry" ......
Comment by Dazzling Zoomer Gal Diana on July 17, 2009 at 10:55am
Dry to dust now many scatter
fearful lurking fretful sulking
lost and frantic without toys
crumbling wilting writhing
dying
Comment by ZenDog on July 14, 2009 at 8:53pm
the people are a pigment on a canvass made of lies,
broken on the pavement
bleeding open
dip the brush
before they dry
Comment by Dazzling Zoomer Gal Diana on July 14, 2009 at 7:22pm
"I am such a fool - I should not play
it is contagion to the senses and the mind
we are only tools unto the blind"

Wonderful ZenDog! All of it. Well done. I'm reading. I'm listening.

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