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Mind ramblings.......

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Cockroaches and ants

Quench their thirst

On the sweat beads from the night terrors

That dominates me

Cowardly men handle weapons

That can take a life

While beautiful women

Worship ugliness

Robins and Bluebirds call a truce

As young children sing

The Gregorian chant

In auto tune

Spirits whisper in my ears

About past glories

And future failure

I put my earphone on

And ignore

Them

Author's Note

No direction. What ever come to mind. Hopefully it will form something thought provoking.

Reviews

[Dayran]

A new experience brings strange encounters. Like an orchid you have not seen before, it is possible to say ' I don't like it' on account of non familiarity. But take a second look, growth in life comes with new experiences. A poem about the mind's rambling discoveries!

[Raya Avans]

This was a well written poem, these lines... Cowardly men handle weapons
That can take a life
While beautiful women
Worship ugliness

struck me. ah! i can't express how much I love these lines, so utterly true to the world.. 'beautiful women worship ugliness' ... wow. a profound statement that hit my like a ton of bricks. I have always been aware of this, but for some reason this just hit me hard. Those lines made the poem for me, well done!

~ rae

[Ghostshell]

I'm gonna be stuck for days contemplating what an auto tuned children's choir singing Gregorian chants sounds like. Awesome.

[KT]

It makes me think of a person caught between two sides of a war; just trying to keep to themselves and not get involved. Well done!

[InkSlinger]

A lil music always soothes the blues..

[Greg the Bard]

To me this is a work in retrospeck of itself. The end is surprising but well thought out I think. Men have been killing each other from the beginning of time and will continue to do so regardless of anyones effort to stop. I hope your cockroaches and ants will live that long.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Great job contrasting, these broken images weave together in this piece nicely

[roy mccarthy]

a cold beer usually keeps the terror at bay,
cool write!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Drown the distractions. I know what you mean. Expressed very well, Judas.