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you gaze into blindness with blue-tinted vision
while i stare at the sun with 20/20 precision
take off your sunglasses, can you see in the dark?
you simply can't function when your car is in park
your idle chatter's just that; nothing more
so my dear, i think it's time we got hardcore!
your lethargy makes less of me
and yes, you inhibit the cause
there's too many people, you see
and too many character flaws
the world just can't handle the weight
the whole lot of you are uncouth
and i just can't handle the hate
there are too many opinions for truth
i see what you don't, and that makes me better
i don't think i've ever followed rules to the letter
but don't judge me now, because that's old hat
just know that i'm dying to watch you fall flat
you're destroying yourselves with your frivolous ways
and so, now we wait for the end of days...
| You`ve probably heard this before, but your poem reminds me of In Broken Images, by Robert Graves. It`s one of my favourite poems.|
In Broken Images
He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images,
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
|| Posted on 2010-09-01 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ] |