Temporalities Knife

You tell me?

Never before had I seen such a sight

A crack so long upon the grey flattened sidewalk

A walk that went back, way back into memories old

Littered with a blank stare, and years of green mold

The foot steps that came… and went

The emotions, broken and rent

 

The missed, the moans and purchased parcels upon a lone pole

Left and rights spun around into the world, oblique

Signs not withstanding times true ferocity

Now torn and tattered, stapled icons of words mindlessly spent

The screams and shouts, mere echoes removed, now

Coalescing upon thought mustered at a new dawns rising

 

Onward and upward, tweeted and carried upon a broken back

Societies dying day, deafly smeared upon another’s white cake

Cut and quartered, given unto the poor, the laughter reigned

With the humor making bed with the sick and tormented

The minds which heralded mirth, quick to hide

Rightly so, before the pointed guns of the Moon children’s guns

 

The hollowed and sacred hallway, a door unto rebirth

Re-earthed, covered with forced forgetfulness, none

The wiser wished not upon their forsaken times, a paper,

Whose front page lines shattered, their falsified glass

Dumb them down or lest we all die

Was their motto as they would sing songs of renewed enlightenment

 

The eyes would have them though, upon a nocturnal fate

Piercing their very souls at the end of the terminus date

Not quick enough, not smart enough, slow to the wit

They would all perish, while wallowing in a liar’s pit

The end had come and new king was crowned

God grinned from aloft and the bankers frowned

Reviews

[Admiral Kirk]

Ah, the past. You look at the past, again describing it as a path, and there is a crack in it. A huuuge crack. Or maybe you see the crack in the future? Either way, this crack does not speak of good news... Perhaps your outlook on the future is foggy.

Oh so it's confusing, is it? Yes... Quite... So, we, as a species, are confused. We don't know what's coming, we don't see it, we don't expect it, and it will destroy our mark on the earth... Jeez, that is a scary stanza.

Cake? What? Haha... Sorry... Back to the, eh, review... So it is about society dying. Muahahahahahahahahaha... So it looks like... Well, this confuses me, as usual... Uh... So it looks like society has died, and uh, we're, uh... Nah, I can't make heads or tails of this stanza yet. Maybe I'll just come back to it in a month again.

So a hallway, now? Well, this door speaks of a new start. Fresh and shiny, like society just got out of the bath... which it drowned in... The Earth has forgotten us. We were just a smudge in its diary, which it promptly erased. How rude... You know, I might just make my interpretation of your stanza here into something else... Inspiration from critiquing... Coolness...

Nocturnal fate. So night. So death. Heh, or maybe just something really dark... But I'm gonna say death. So here it is, confirming my fears... We're writing about how stupid and clueless we are as a species, and how we're all going to perish, and God is going to laugh at us... Makes sense.

[Wolfwind]

Lol... Well, with this one, the first two stanzas are about society walking away and forgetting about the mistakes of the past. The third stanza is about how growing to fast as a race without a solid structure that comes from the past can lead to a bad situation. The forth stanza is about how big brother is wanting to hide the past from the masses so that it can continue to preach it's own brand of future, all to no good and the last stanza is a premonition of how in the end big brother will fall to the generations of children to come who see beyond their arrogant ways. God grins for he is happy and the banker frown because they are loosing what they had hoped to gain. =)

[Admiral Kirk]

Ah, yes... Cool... Heh, I guess we see this differently... :) Oh well, that's what makes it TOTALLY AWESOME. :D

[Wolfwind]

Too true! It is our individuality that makes for all the fun in sharing each others views, thoughts and opinions. The more different people are, the more diverse the soup pot becomes the stronger the whole of life will be. Or at least that's the way I see it. :D Thank you!

[Admiral Kirk]

Haha, yes, soup. Of course, I see it differently, as pie. Lol... All the better... :D You're welcome!