Rousseau lingers in the souls of lethargy. "I know
that [civilized men] do nothing but boast incessantly
of the peace and repose they enjoy in their chains..."
Efficiency is a masquerade for same old,
same old; undaunted herds recycle cud,
new food demands passion.
Allegories of independent thought
paint extravagant ethereal world portraits
in many shades of one color.
Legends are born in feebleness - dilitary hammers
riddle red cap gun ribbons sparking
outrage insufficient enough to make a statement
Let them cry muted cries
in one act plays to empty seats, as they
preen unripe scabs to detour unresolved issues
Yearning is vacant, yea, absent, as an
occasional yeoman's hail song is heard
in the distance milking a lily for a reason to go on
?s are the only things that exist
in reality. No one knows who they are
in the bell tower...they simply ring the bell.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Rousseau lingers in the souls of lethargy. "I know
that [civilized men] do nothing but boast incessantly
of the peace and repose they enjoy in their chains..."
Efficiency is a masquerade for same old,
same old; undaunted herds recycle cud,
new food demands passion.
Allegories of independent thought
paint extravagant ethereal world portraits
in many shades of one color.
Legends are born in feebleness - dilitary hammers
riddle red cap gun ribbons sparking
outrage insufficient enough to make a statement
Let them cry muted cries
in one act plays to empty seats, as they
preen unripe scabs to detour unresolved issues
Yearning is vacant, yea, absent, as an
occasional yeoman's hail song is heard
in the distance milking a lily for a reason to go on
?s are the only things that exist
in reality. No one knows who they are
in the bell tower...they simply ring the bell.
******* at the bards
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