One Note on the Musical Scale

The notes roll across the planes

Snaking through the trees

 

Fighting their way through

Cities, mountains, and valleys

Through

Rallies of contorted faces

Through

Lies wrapped in expensive suits

 

They are echoed off the sickley

Yellow skinned addicts

The lost and wandering

Those who have no purpose but to live

Each day as if it were new

And snuff it out as if it was a stale smoke

 

Rebounding off the lost

The hopeless

Those who smoke their cigaretts

Contemplating the end

And waiting for the beginning

Of what?

They don’t even know.

 

Passing the delusional

The unstable

Wrapping around the imagined reality

Mimicking the voices

Adding the soft sounds of tears

Coupled with the jagged touch

Of hysterical laughter

 

The final addition to it all

The piece that we hear first

Are the high priced adds

For expensive distractions

Coupled with thousands of voices

Repeating the same dreary news

Day in and day out

 

This is the music of society

The hymn of civilization

The notes roll across the planes

Snaking through the trees

Ending in one long prolonged scream

05/25/2012

Author's Note

0536 am

Reviews

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There is such immense and intense sadness in these anguish-filled words. I remember the days when my perception of life and the world was precisely this -- though I could never have articulated it so brilliantly and so poetically. My hope is that you transcend this emotion because beyond this is a better place -- a more significant and meaningful milestone. IMHO.