| Zepol |
Early Morning Drive Entering a highway of swirling lights and gleaming liquid metal under full moonlight makes us howl internally, from the want to turn around. Waves upon waves of mechanically inefficient machines come and go from one anonymous place to another, carrying anonymous passengers as we descend upon our destinations. Hash marks move around us and neat solid lines guide the far ends of this road giving us a sense of placement. Geometric signs with large numbers and directions regulate but are ignored because we have a sense of urgency to follow the leader, as those before us have. We live in a world of familiar exits that have no meaning to the average commuter. We are passengers, focused upon one destination, not stopping to look, to see what we have missed. We are superfluous creatures that lead superficial lives smoking Lucky Strikes or Marlboro Lights drinking our lattes and heading in the same direction with the same piousness of our ancestors, but having no soul. |
| Copyright 2007 Red Pulp Underground |
I Am There is no birthday letter to read No cards to receive No candles to blow out No cake to eat No icing, no nothing There is no date to remember Yet, I am here A man without identity With a blank stare Contemplating the past Knowing That I Exist This mess, my life Without as much as a print Hoping to leave behind, one lasting memory To prove that I was Here No. Here! Hoping my sons will speak of me With words of kindness To their sons and daughters That will bring joy to their hearts As they did mine |
Dreams Forever ‘Hold fast to dreams” one man said In fear of loosing it and feeling barren He moved our hearts “I have a dream”, said another Eloquently and courageously He moved a nation Both, fine and courageous men I say chase your dream and catch it Mold it until you feel fulfilled I say become the dream and Remain incessantly in motion And others will follow Forever |
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