people of the lost world

a work in progress

"See".

Just look at the state of their every day life .

All were searching for distraction,

Locking out the darkest parts of their life. 

Keeping their eyes closed, 

Allowing it all to follow in to the next day, 

Never saying nothing, not to each other not to no one,

Staying blind to it's deepening pit being dug out before them.

Senseless quoting filling the day,

Permitting their ugly side of life's retracting grip fall in to place.

drifting further and further away from the beauty of their kind!

out of truths site the light faded from all their eye's. 

Their Ears deflected by the everyday routine 
Allowing only chosen distractions fill the day's. 

some would glanced but shivered away, 

why'll thinking of good deeds never getting round to it,

other's give charity shutting out, so is to stay blind from horrors of those times.

And who could blame them

Over sea's a little boys arm is 

Blowing apart his heart bleed is last beet,

As his mothers tears stream his terrified face,"

other's subjected to horrific Terra, images that would hunt them,

they must have sensed

 it, the scratching at the back of the skull!, 

It existing

 to let them know,". "That something was wrong".

A baby sleeping in ruffled ragged sheets, 

hand made bed, made out of an old dower. 

A father lay's his little girl down," sweet dreams " 

It's lifted up with a sh

attering rawer, 

serine heat and splinters metals shredding the little girls skin. 

Cry no more little one.
Across the room the body is thrown, booms blast just out side were she lay, 

A crying father  can only lay his little one down one more time. 

never will she wake.  

"Out of control".

 

taking no part is taking a part, 

And taken that part is thee part,

the last to see part! 

It be the hardest,

The finale part were all other parts are long scenes gone.

no part to stand to voice word. 

To stand up and take voice would been a scary but not the hard part,

It was the first part! and the last part that was taken no part,

that's the hardest part.

" Growing up" 

See the crazy man, 

He stood on street corners,

Hand written sights that told off the end. 

there message long lost, 

shunted", they joked. 

The truly blinded would come to know the

muted sound of their months but the words that truly fall's to mind lost,

only speaking little of anything and lots of nothing and lots of it lost,

in the back ground of endless twittering.

A box in the centrer of their main room would keep their young's minds glued to the information viewed.  

A criss to celebrated to deepen swirling lot.

Traditionally made out of love would become a home for greed and want.

They ware the enter-tamed shows played out to tame their hearts,

why'll adverts build their wants and shaped their needs as credit would come to control their life's.

"The Dark Days"

In parts of their world you would not know that anything of anything was wrong, thou it was there in front of their eyes the hole time,

all they had to do was look, open their eyes! and warnings from their history told of thou's times,   so they could not see for not looking,    

       

    

Reviews

[JuniperPearl]

First of all, at the end of "see" I was crying, literally crying. The image of the dying child ripped my heart out. This spoke to me on so many levels because some of the main themes you represent here are the ones that outrage me as well ....disgust with the injustice in the world; apathy and coldness towards the downtrodden, crippled or even the reality of the world around us; blind addiction to the mind numbing television....my favorite line was probably "A box in the centrer of their main room would keep their young's minds glued to the information viewed." I've always called the T.V. the 'box'

Aside from some grammar and spelling errors this is a truly compelling, poignant and moving piece. Also...maybe it's more of a poetic narrative than a true story...but those are just details.

Loved it.

[Sirius King]

very powerful,,, in a time we have so much info, so much insight on every inch of the world, and yet we chose to be ignorant... its selective sight

i really like the last part,,,

In parts of their world you would not know that anything of anything was wrong, thou it was there in front of their eyes the hole time,
all they had to do was look, open their eyes! and warnings from their history told of thou's times, so they could not see for not looking,