Curtain Call

You tell me?

It’s all in the course

Socially inebriated divergence from the main

Cross hairs flattened by times addictions never met

An understanding breathing awareness is given light

A query, a curiosity not yet spoken

 

Technical difficulties rising upon their dynamics

A road high and road low upon the earth’s beating breath

Choices must have been aided by the secret sect

Time’s own deliverance withholding a pay off

Unawareness provoking hysteria

 

Financial deficits upon slashed silver screens

Hatred, judgment, the means of no ends, speculatively

Waves of quake like earth tides, expulsed

The world shuddered and a remolding met

An untimely sea of changes

 

Intelligence deplored a better bluff

The vision long and intolerable made the wine

Ancient times a rear in tokens, coined with better sayings

Taken away upon seraphim wings, cindered in folds

Blinding upon the eyes of the modern motif

 

Where had they gone was asked

With no reply

The curtain was given little choice

It fell quickly

The end of the global scene

Reviews

[Admiral Kirk]

Okay okay okay... So... This poem is extremely confusing... Pretty awesome... Looks like our first stanza is telling us... Hmm... Not sure why, but I feel like the message is that life isn't fair...? You won't always get what you want... Um... Heh, not sure...

Then this second one here... OMG! Life is being compared to a play!!! There be difficulties... Lots of them. So again playing on the message from the first stanza. Interesting... So then, choices. High or low... Never knowing... Unsure... Or something...

Hmm... Often, a huge amount of change in a short time is described as a wave. Typically a tidal wave, though not explicitly mentioned... Your waves of change are coming onto your lovely little play and shaking it up, changing it... There will always be change.

Hmm... The past, a better time, sits behind us now. And it's going away, too. The past is gone. Never to come back. It looks like... our modern mindset is destroying the past? Interesting...

DEATH. Sorry, that poem just screamed death. Not necessarily of a person, but of a time... So I think I figured it out... This poem is not life itself, but life of our... our world... And it's weakening... iiiiiinteresting...

That was a tough one.

[Wolfwind]

For the most part you're correct. It refers to any large organization, government or the whole of mankind, that tries to bully itself into power to fast and to quickly without taking into consideration the small and little things that are key in keeping a society functioning. In this piece I was focusing on the shock that the big fish seem to have when their pawns and followers up and leave, because of the arrogant actions they have taken. They are left dumbfounded as to why and the society that had once existed is forever changed.

[Admiral Kirk]

Yay!!! That's very deep... It was so deep only my toes could begin to almost brush the bottom... and that was in the shallow end...

[Wolfwind]

Ha Ha! ;p Don't worry... I have an inflatable raft on stand by! lol

[Admiral Kirk]

Awesome! :D Thanks!

[Pax]

Like JS said its confusing in a Pretty awesome way.
all in all we are just pawns that follows every orders.
Freedom has always a price!