Death of the Young (Innocence, Casualty #1)
Turn on the TV, don't look out the window,
The tire swing disused, the children abused.
Watch the war, unfold outside our windows-
The silent revolution,
We never know, I never know,
when will never happen.
Spoken in colloquialisms, voice of one-
Voice of many. Surging crowd, angry voice.
Riot torn street, revolution real and loud, close and
Distant.
Green, like the money that starts it all,
Red, the blood of so many patriots and tyrants, spilled into
White sand, once a metaphor for tropical paradise-
Now an unforgiving hell.
So distant, so close, in a networked world.
Fired up, tempered down, ready to rock.
Locked and loaded, looking for our own truths-
whatever will satisfy what we've been told to hear,
What we want to hear.
Because we want to hear it, right?
Guns loaded, safeties a joke from some past generation-
Teen angst and firearms, mixing with an overmedicated revolution-
The front line is the homefront, the homefront merely a metaphor.
So.
Sit inside, watch the TV.
Tire swing unused, children abused.
The war is playing in the background, the child preparing for his own.
Were am I?
Somewere, left behind with my innocence in an age,
of post-humanity,
Were the young are the dead, and innocence a forgone memory of a generation remembered,
only in their angry lyrics and brash anger, the same as our own-
yet unreachable.
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The Rambling's of a Swimmer
Started By Jok3r, Jan 23 2008 22:00
27 replies to this topic
#26
Posted 05 September 2009 - 03:20
kinda, sorta alive.
#27
Posted 06 September 2009 - 17:12
So very lyrical and riddled with imagery and reference to the non-literal. It is phrases like those listed that evoke strong emotion and raw feeling. I believe this to be your best piece yet mate. Even the title pitches in to convey a message, which is the sign of an excellent prose.
#28
Posted 06 June 2010 - 19:54
In a dusty
Dried out world
We live happily
In our oasis
So insignificant
We are
Yet
To us
Nothing
Is greater.
So
We flow
Like the water
From our springs
We make war
We make love
And somehow
The world keeps turning
With or without us
It will
Yet
Without us
It would be
So different
Yet so much the same
So
We go
With the flow
Of our lives
Ehhh. Strange meter and questionable flow. I'm not really sure about this one. Any advice on revisions?
Dried out world
We live happily
In our oasis
So insignificant
We are
Yet
To us
Nothing
Is greater.
So
We flow
Like the water
From our springs
We make war
We make love
And somehow
The world keeps turning
With or without us
It will
Yet
Without us
It would be
So different
Yet so much the same
So
We go
With the flow
Of our lives
Ehhh. Strange meter and questionable flow. I'm not really sure about this one. Any advice on revisions?
kinda, sorta alive.
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