TruthA Poem by Phantasmagoric PerceptionsI'm alive, but I'm alone.
Endlessly, the oceans flow on
Filling the surface of the newborn planet It forms the glass skin of the children of earth Who had for so long, had thrown stones at each other The once wild tribes of indigenous youth Kneel at the feet of a shadowed mountain They raise their hands to cry out to it, It is the answer to things they do not understand There's a flash of light, brilliant and unknown Blinded, I have never seen so clearly This remarkable truth that I have found And the others refuse to see They are slaves to themselves, while I am free I run to them, and shake their chains Desperate to release them from their vice To baptize them in the waters of untainted reality Their paradigm is too strong The delusions overcome them, and they succumb Alas, I turn and walk away They sounds of their sorrow at my back © 2011 Phantasmagoric Perceptions |
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Added on January 3, 2011 Last Updated on January 3, 2011 AuthorPhantasmagoric PerceptionsI Wasn't Looking at, DjiboutiAboutA biography is a story of a life that has once been. Mine is a work in progress. more..Writing
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