Red ink

Red ink

A Poem by Robin
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Echoes of the Vedic prophecies
 
upon a weary dreamscape 
 
Mankind buried 
 
in a materialistic waste land 
 
tilting the world into a playground
 
of the greedy
 
who ignore the needy 
 
chasing the "God particle"
 
with an anti - what matter's attitude 
 
a nano-mentality 
 
a proiri  lost     
 
Homosapien smugness
 
reaching critical mass
 
monetized and homogenized
 
nature be damned
 
in the name of the almighty   -
 
CONTROL
 
 
 
 
 
 
All photography and writing property of Robin Amaral .
Do not copy or use without expressed written consent .
Copyright © 2006-2011 Robin Amaral

© 2011 Robin


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i seen a movie one time (ok: two times, coz it was good) and it was called "Instinct".
It's central theme was this.
i am biased, and when it comes to anything that shines a light on these matters, i tend to favour them. so, what can i say, except: thanks for sharing, Robin. i am heart glad to find stuff like this still in minds of other people.
may many more come and visit this piece!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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could there ever be any more truth packed into one digital page??? now I ask you.

red ink, it's like the proverbial fine print.... damn pencil pushers....

fine stuff, fine stuff.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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you know, your visions scare me sometimes...they are too close to reality...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on December 28, 2011
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