unknown factorsA Poem by Scott Lee
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In tunnels They run Online A power beast Using quantum mechanics Run by heart light. People race around Late for work Do they ever know how powerful they are? Ancient drawings Etched by years And faces climbing Towards a watchdog perched high in star light, Sitting like Kings Observing boyhood legs Running to oceans, miles and miles of long sentences Flying like spring rivers Too fast to swim in But we try anyway A moment to relive Only the best of Times. We jump out From scriptures In ghost light Screaming Long cries For the cause of red fiery freedom. Whose urgent claw held us in trances, A power beast in our bones, Salivating at our young, tender throats. We couldn't get away We didn't want to We didn't want to Ever surrender or grow up their way, the way they wanted, joyless, cold, calculating, perverted in darker shades, Running away from love, Seeking money like a maniacal, sociopathic elite banker Selfish and hell-bent On rising numbers. Who gives a flying f**k!! We have enough. Either way, Something important and true sliced through our fingers Making us eternally grateful. Either way, Ancient hands Dragging Oars Through Sweet Moon-spackled Waters All their faces Holding That one moment, Pouring out- A galaxy born in diverse colors, Forest night swimmers Splashing through enchantment Paddling in burning wonders Nothing but laughter And light trapped in our splashes Our boat full of both- Close to sinking. We, us, Belonging to nobody A heavy-duty galaxy compacted With everything inside us, Chasing itself with mystery We belong to this night, We surge in electric lines Glowing veins buzzing strong. Looking past cages Our wings escaping sudden capture. We slipped out from our bedroom windows Just for a chance to Chase stars across the lake And barely save ourselves from drowning. A serial killer looking at us from the bushes, secretly plotting our death, changes his mind because of unknown factors. Who knows? Maybe, maybe not. Ask the Ancient lake of wonder and enchantment. © 2015 Scott Lee |
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Added on February 19, 2015 Last Updated on February 19, 2015 AuthorScott LeeAshland, ORAboutIf now and then we encounter pages that explode, pages that wound, sears, tears, groans, and curses, know they came from a man with his back up, a man whose only defenses left are his words, and his w.. more..Writing
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