![]() An Inconsistent LifeA Poem by Lily E. LinSwirling before our eyes As whirls and eddies form Pools of thoughts Embedded in its substratum, never To surface past a certain height Not tall enough to ride life's ride
Help cries, no rings Over, under, no somewhere Lost, this loss of mind The bumps and knobby endings Sliding, not corresponding Over, under, somewhere Lost, these thoughts of mind The cries for help, for Help!
Stop! Shouts the buried voices inside Vocalize! Mobilize! Shout the masses The apathetic crowd that watches, waiting, as, For you, to shift through the quagmire of their coach-potato- -Ness. Next please. Please move. Move! is what you wish to shout, Shout! At the crowd milling about Their circular lives, the routines that rarely Cross, never break into the circles of those unlike themselves, as if Doing so would cross the bare wires holding the strings of their puppet theater lives, and Short circuit their quiet livings, break their perfect circles Of commuter traffic, coffee cups, daily show, and racist jokes With gossip their lifelines and strangers, newcomers best targets Its not surprising that racism never dies and progress never breaks free Of the circles they have cast upon themselves These circles of trust binding together the ignorant rather than Furthering causes, driving forward is impossible when caught in a circle When the world, the Earth moves in an elliptical path, but After all, this is an Inconsistent Life
© 2008 Lily E. LinAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on April 17, 2008 Last Updated on April 22, 2008 Author![]() Lily E. LinBerkeley, CAAboutI suppose I should talk a bit about myself. Writing has long been one of my outlets of expression. I write to vent. That said, I enjoy the intricacies of the word, though it may be a double edged s.. more..Writing
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