Faceless March

Faceless March

A Poem by Poison Ivy

Unborn destiny
unknowingly tied into the written word
amongst the many grey faced marchers
those who claim to see but can't
like the souls with ears on their finger tips

laughter springs from a flick of the wrist

existence

an easy picture to bemuse
when you can't tell the lights have gone out

the grey faces
marching 
stepping
cogs accustom to the darkness

no meaning exists in the colour and rhyme
only time 
no meaning in the written word
what more can be found 
than a five star seller for the shelf

closed eyes march to the slaughter house
outnumbering cattle in ignorance 

their eyes must close
the old world was too bright

under developed lumps of skin 
poor excuses for ears
the old words were too pure

You all hear the same streaming flat line!
stay grey! 
minute by pointless minute!

You're chance to feel the change has passed!
You've given it away
we all see why
shivering there in a stand still 

bated breath? 

you still march... 
we shall forever sigh 
you ever faceless grey ones

© 2014 Poison Ivy


Author's Note

Poison Ivy
interpretation is for the reader

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Whether you interpret this as the dead walking through the fade on their way to the light or the meaningless life of the fake people in this world..like Corey Taylor says "An epidemic of the mannequins contaminating everything" Or whether you just want to interpret this as a black and white stupid zombie film from the thirties....Any way it is interpreted it should be so as utter excellence...Your words are in such a hardy and beating rythym...Strong and hard like a punch in the face from Mike Tyson yet smooth and silky like...um...well like Emma Stone's skin....I have reviewed many writers of poetry and you have given me one of my favorites in this write...Excellent job Ivy...Very poisonous indeed...

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

WoW!!! I'm honoured! You took so much time into reviewing this. thank you so much :) and i love your.. read more



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"under developed lumps of skin
poor excuses for ears
the old words were too pure"
this part really 'spoke' to me. I associated it with how words are used today; they are too vulgar and meaningless. That is mostly apparent in music industry where lyrics should be as important as the sound, but all we hear these days are 'wzooo booom wzzzz aaah yo girl gonna take ya home back that thing up wzooo booom wzzzz aaaah'. Sorry for being blunt, I often have random associations. :)
Great poem, love how you used grey instead of black (which most would use) to provoke a certain dark mood that makes you think about your life and society. Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

thats perfect! its one of the many things that i was hoping people would get out of it. the music of.. read more
This is so very good! Wow...just wow. So very interesting! Love. It. :)

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So many meanings. Just wow.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such art is crafted beautifully unto my mind with your words. We are but apathetic puppets led by one leader while the 'living' gaze towards us menacingly . . .

Posted 12 Years Ago


Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

:) thank you my friend, very well put.
"closed eyes march to the slaughter house
outnumbering cattle in ignorance "
I like the desire and the logic of this poem. People are like cattle. Walking into emptiness without thoughts. Accepting s**t without complaining. This is good poetry. Made me think this late evening. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

its exactly what i was trying to stay with that particular part!! thanks for taking the time to read.. read more
Whether you interpret this as the dead walking through the fade on their way to the light or the meaningless life of the fake people in this world..like Corey Taylor says "An epidemic of the mannequins contaminating everything" Or whether you just want to interpret this as a black and white stupid zombie film from the thirties....Any way it is interpreted it should be so as utter excellence...Your words are in such a hardy and beating rythym...Strong and hard like a punch in the face from Mike Tyson yet smooth and silky like...um...well like Emma Stone's skin....I have reviewed many writers of poetry and you have given me one of my favorites in this write...Excellent job Ivy...Very poisonous indeed...

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

WoW!!! I'm honoured! You took so much time into reviewing this. thank you so much :) and i love your.. read more
seems to me this is like a poem about how cliche and meaningless some art has gotten, they find an idea that works so they overuse it to where real beauty and sincerity is a rarity. Well done!
God Bless
~Mickey

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

thank you! i love the meaning you saw in this! thanks for sharing :)
Lost in Wonderland

12 Years Ago

No problem:)
wow i really liked this it is written well and thought through well yuo have delivered a poem like an atom bomb going off an explosion of feelings still lingering in my head with the graphics riquoshaying around the inside of me . excellent well done

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

thnx :)
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K.G
its very intersting, sounds kinda like these guys are emotionless dolls that were once apon a time human hmm. . .

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Poison Ivy

12 Years Ago

:)
K.G

12 Years Ago

^.^

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