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Tumors

I'm coming home,
The motherland winds lift me
Above the fossil-fueled layers
That smother a once-beautiful land.

I bathe in foam
From a formerly emerald sea,
And I grow deaf from my own prayers
To an iron God who can't understand.

The tolling of slave bells
Awakens us to reality,
Reminds us to keep the vast perpetuum mobile
Turning, into another century, turning,
Into more cancers and allergies,
Turning into a weak species.

But we are an haughty people,
Driven by pride and lust and gluttony.
And now our lungs resemble fishnets,
Our bones resemble balsa wood,
Our souls are tarnished-mirror images of their erstwhile selves.
We learn no lessons,
For we are blinded by our mad appetites.

I sink in loam
That's corrupted by technology,
Playing crazy games against crazy players
Who each thinks he has the upper hand.

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Written August 26th, 2003

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  • Inconspicuous.
    November 24, 2004
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    uhhh Gio you're gonna make me cry *holds back tears* this is great buddy! amazing imagery. woosh


  • kjack
    November 24, 2004
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    All I can say is Wow!!! The imagery in this is astounding. This has really got my mind to thinking about this world and the people in it. I enjoyed the vocabulary you have used in this write. What a corrupt world this is. It is saddening to know that mankind is to blame for a lot of the problems we face on a daily basis. Excellent job on this. I am still awestruck at the power in the images I envision when reading this poem.

    becca


  • MuseStalker
    November 24, 2004
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    Excellent

    Excellent....wonderful imagery and great analogy. This is a fascinating poem to "chew over". You've imbued it with a marvelous seething understated emotion, and the piece has a more potent punch for that. Very excellently done, I think.

  • pruedence
    September 9, 2003
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    How lifes games and winding roads seem to take over...leaving us still with curiousity....reaching for what ever is there...good words..nice poem..thanks for sharing


  • Amphion
    August 26, 2003
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    excelente

    hot damn. i can definately feel the passion eminating off of this poem. very descriptive and very moving. kinda makes you wish you were back in the old days.....

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