All the People

All the People

A Poem by Douglas Lyle
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Created: June 8th, 2004

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Wandering
Confused
Bewildered

 

 

The demons set the lions free
     Caged within my mind

 

We are coming

 

Where is everybody?
I don’t know,
     Maybe they’re all stoned
I guess you’ll find them
     Nearest to dawn
By the comedians
The ones with no logic
     And all brains

 

Nothing is true;
     Everything is permitted
A tragic whisper
     A quiet malice
Follow the rainbow serpent
And then maybe you’ll know me
     But take me less serious than
          My art
A sort of perpetual schizophrenia

 

Now let us talk about
     Beauty that matters
Before and beyond
     The warm summer night,
          Greece or Persia
Man harbors too many horrors,
     Earth is a lunatic asylum

 

Then I met a man and a lady
     The young one, love
     The older one, lust
They told me that all people
     Are scared children
          Walking the ego parade (The carnival has already gone)
There is an ugly name for those
     Who do things the hard way (Swimming by the bay)
Then they said that choice is an illusion
     And the uninformed must improve
          Their deficit or die (With the dawn)

 

That’s the end

© 2008 Douglas Lyle


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Douglas Lyle
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