H Christ

Merry Christmas

Christ ,his second coming,
hidden in our plain view,
a pattern felt in our hearts,
Unseen by misty wanting    eyes.Black
Our future pasted on billboards scraping the fenders of our soul,
lemmings lined up nascar roaring past.
Jewels so plentiful in our country,look around ...
TV's decorating a house,wrist ,ankle, finger, nose, ear, neck.... diamonds....
Adorn our empty hearts.
Mass marketed to be your seducer,your singular, your special zipper into her...
Heart...
Mass a market to be the mystery, a second bomb to maim the selfless heroes and gaukers...
Liquid emotion speckles bantam breasts,
Pitter patter on to brainless, reckless, careless, timeless,
loveless.......Epiphany .


Yep you are a hundred dollar inspiration, Thank you for the sardine can key.

Author's Note

"Eraser 11 am" a perfect poem in a indifferent world.Thank you, Muse aka pretty HATE machine.

Reviews

[X]

"TV's decorating a house,wrist ,ankle, finger, nose, ear, neck.... diamonds....
Adorn our empty hearts."

Love this line, and oh so true for how our society is. The values are completely out of wack and you do a great job capturing that through your take at a second coming. Well done

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[gombeggar]

such a well done right outta the esphagous throw of words...almost gasping right before the last line