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Civlization

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the twilight had merged

With the sheets of night

The sun decided never to rise again

 

Yet, we were not aware of it yet...

 

A beautiful boy complied

The addictive music waves

His pierced lips and deviant grin

Dimmed under the flashing lights

Of the dancespot.

 

Blood; its sinister dark color

And unpleasant scent

Seeped in between the metal

In a prison cell.

 

A few women stood in a corner

Inhaling toxin and exhaling fog

In between long, bruised fingers

The corners of their eyes

Followed strangers

And they would snigger

 

The city's bright twinkles

Streaming the roads

Lining along skyscrapers

And endlessly speeding automobiles

 

A deep roar. From underground.

The crusts of dry pavement colliding

Huffing all the twinkles off

The man-built walls rising.

Falling. Like ocean tides.

And tumbling down.

Before ignorant human pieces of dominos

Could scream and scramble around.

 

The world was breaking.

But God was not furious.

He merely grew sick of our routine:

The repetitive ungrateful pride

Of reaching the peak

Of what we once called 'Civilization'

 

Author's Note

Comments, reviews, corrections are appreciated.

Reviews

[SoLongAndThanksForAllTh..]

Is this poem a warning about our decent into pointless tedium or a prediction of imminent apocolypse? However we might choose to interpret it you've written a very powerful description of a broken society.

I think what makes this poem particularly vivid is the lack of emotion displayed by everyone, including God. The only active engagement by the characters in the poem is shown by the sun who makes the "decision" not to rise again. What follows is a description of people living their lives in a state of pointless humdrum. The boy does not enjoy his beauty, the women find no pleasure in their drugs and the rest of the city goes about its business with the citizens adding nothing more than a little movement as they speed about their business. To conclude with God destroying it all not out of anger or as punishment but because it is all just too pointless really drives the point home.

I enjoyed reading this poem as to me it seems to be about how we should try to live rather than blindly exist - almost waiting for death to come along!

[angelina]

I enjoyed the fact that the 'peak of what we once called civilization' is when 'the sun decided to never rise again.' These simple lines are quite deep in their meaning and what I got out from them was that it's a cynical wold out their were innocence can not survive and that one must grow and mature in order to survive. 'Civilization' has a lot of thought put into it as much as passion.

[Geralyn Miller]

Unique viewpoint, powerful poem.
May I suggest you read Coyote Poetry's eight chapters, he writes from a different point of view, that of the Native American, on the same subject, he is more hopeful than you.

[Undying Glory]

wow this was just nice work, what a profound take on the world around us. you have done a fantastic job with this one, i really enjoyed it a lot!
The world was breaking.
"But God was not furious.
He merely grew sick of our routine:
The repetitive ungrateful pride
Of reaching the peak
Of what we once called 'Civilization'"
how true. awesome!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i have had many favs but this is one i am keeping in my library as well. great great work

Yes, I agree! It's EPIC!! Awesome job!

[Frantzuu]

It's going straight to my library!

[Frantzuu]

Holly crap! This is a movie in my head, I can just picture vampires taking over the big cities of the world and darkness hovering over the world while the sun crawls back into its shell never to be seen again, and manking vanishes through darkness.
I could go on and on and on and on about what I see in this piece. It's beautiful written, and I can picture a character telling this story to a bunch of kids of the lost world.
Freaking epic!!!!!!!!!!!!