Truth's box lunch philosophy practiced
in penguin pantomimes of conformity,
stuffing conscience into ancient pillars
of appeasement's cardboard reality,
social chameleon rote training doled out
with rationale's survival's kit.
Landscape of future sunrises methodically sculpted
to framed caricatures of veracity,
utopia's amusement park mirage
filled with bureaucratic spiders and wolves,
all treated as paradise quirks of curative prescriptions.
Mind left on shelf of dream morgue
while taking correspondence course
about lifestyles for drone and parroting ecstasy.
Death mask of self worn with denial's pride
to party without revelation's mirrors
so one can sup upon feast of manipulation's bakers
and forget how one's esteem is made out of clay,
molded by fear of death from lack of approval.
Author notes
http://nailass.deviantart.com/art/you-still-remember-me-1465582
A contest entry
- PIF- You still remember me by eltortedequeso.
750 points, ended June 6, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh wow! this piece is filled with such imagery and vividness! And the meanings that one can take away from the poem are just mind blowing. The second stanza really does it for me
'Landscape of future sunrises methodically sculpted
to framed caricatures of veracity,
utopia's amusement park mirage
filled with bureaucratic spiders and wolves,
all treated as paradise quirks of curative prescriptions.'
I love the images here, very clear and crisp. The last 2 lines also pack a punch, how we become something based on our surroundings and events.This piece is very well written and a very strong piece! Thank you for entering it
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woa, that last part really hit me...this is an awesome poem...a bit sad...but very true. I can't even pick a fav line...I like just about all of them! all well thought out and delivered. This surely will be a hard piece to beat, in my opinion.
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'Mind left on shelf of dream morgue
while taking correspondence course
about lifestyles for drone and parroting ecstasy'
This stanza was great. Mind left on the morgue shelf, parroting drones...as they became! Wow...~Sie
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