Change of Mind
If a word could change your mindThen humanities cries would break your heart
Yet so many words do we speak
But none do we mean
The sanctity of your reason
Has caged your sanity
And the war games of our nurseries
Are played out in city streets
A newspapered dog chews on putrid meat
Fly infested sewers flow beneath cancer eaten feet
And mundane love affairs are inflicted upon the sweet and innocent
They succumb to a pleasurable intent
Goaded by eyeless traditionalists who pursue their own particular bent
While the guiltless repent
He slowly rose from the desk, outside the room. Venus hung, a piercing ball of light in the cold blue-black night. Through the pane of glass, the bushes and overgrown weeds thrashed in the colorless light of night. A rectangle of electrical light glared from the houses opposite.
And then suddenly he saw a flash of light.
Poetry by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-09-28 at 21:16
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