"tvc" poems
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A foggy head is a dangerous situation.
Can't think.
Always over-think.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But, the tunnel is long.
Or it seems so to me.
Old friends seem old.
New ones too cynical.
Some groups are too loud.
No minute to despair.
Swear,swear and get back to work!
Some groups are too idealistic.
Salaries,profiles,de-profiled and
other depositions are discussed.
I watch them like a TVC,
Mindless yet grasping words.
Minimum to maximum.
Ina flushing of hormones.
Some women I meet ,
they complain about laying low.
Office politics, national politics,
play Tom and Jerry Show.
Each chasing each other.
Stuck in a vicious circle.
Egg rolls have been had,
and I am feeling a wee bit better.
But the vinegar-onion,
does nothing to my sketchy mind.
Its still foggy.
But I am patient.
I shall be calm.
Just like my love Siva.
Shall I be the quiet and the dangerous.
Or shall I be the butterfly to sit on your nose.
And kiss you silently.
I shall wait and give the fog some time.
I shall stand strong..
A foggy mind shall pass.
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
Hey Man
hope it's not to late
think I see some diamond dogs over there
think I would prefer to travel to Mars
or have my head in the stars
lighting a cigerette taking a drag
play my favourite slot machine
wishing I was on my TVC 15
stay with me Earthling
be a rebel
anybody would think it was 1984
or like pushing up a hill backwards
this has nothing to do with you
My mind is legally crippled
so see black stars
David
I think the train no longer comes.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC