Painting by shadow

Diamond studded statues

crashing

to the ground

eat the tarmac

of the tribe

with G minor

major fall,

attack stability

sterility

of the crowd

false, accuse

the infidel

for the sake of

different times,

A planet spins

in motion 

feelings fall to ground,

grinding under footstep

bombs explode my mind,

sulphate peaks, blackness speaks,

chills the tomb to flesh,

another ancient history cast

into the fore, the now is for the 

f*****g, the door is

for before,

unfinished head

of clear idea,

deadpan view

through sonic eyes,

disguise the real behind

the trees, and run

and die inside,

speak the silent moment

and fail

to say goodbye,

scream just once 

for sanity and melt

into the norm,

with narrow thought

and ignorance,

the sea becomes a wall,

oceans within oceans,

waiting

answer free,

questions without motive,

confused,

refused ;

the end ?

Reviews

[Eilis]

Another great poem that didn't get its due attention on first posting. Maybe this was when you first joined and didn't have much of an audience yet. Has to be something like that because this is really good.

It made me think of a reel of film watched in silence where the watcher sees all that is unfolding and has unfolded on the road to large scale destruction. Your punk roots come through in the message. That sounds a bit odd, but what I mean is, this could easily be a punk song given the right accompaniment and refrain.

The focus on the 'diamond studded statues' moving into the bombing culture and then moving in to the falsity of so much of what we encounter in public life now. It's a thoughtful piece that's takes me through (in my thought process) the entirety of the postmodern public condition.

After WWII, you would think we would have learned that weaponry wasn't exactly the answer and tribalism was definitely a road that ought to be permanently barricaded. But, we are tribal creatures who seldom learn from our actual experiences. At least not enough to make us change our future approach.

Again, I may be dancing down an unrelated road on my own here, but that was where the poem led me. Great title which speaks volumes about our wont to push on without understanding. Good stuff here.

[gram linski]

wow, deep, lol, was just a break up poem, but I'm fairly sure I was thinking that other stuff too, when I first joined I typed in a poem read loads and reviewed none and people read me and didn't, review, it was only when I started inter acting that it all went wrong, haha