Reality's delusion

persistent pastimes postpone peridition's peril
reckless masturbation reclines fugitive mortality;
hometown recognition radiates futile animation
anointing aborted principles playing personification.

specters dance on sudden pretentious graves
awakening children singing hymns glorifying death,
obscure vagabonds and politicians beget equality
while my cold ego clings to delusion of reality.

remembering the night demonic deficiency
appeared over my bed, screaming science is dead.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 12:29

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Pamela A Lamppa
Wow. This is a good piece. Hard. Cold. Very tough and brisk. Well done. LOVE your use of language here. Nice work. ~Pamela
2007-04-01


RedAquarius
"awakening children singing hymns glorifying death" - This line in particular really catches my attention. The work entire is pointed and speaks but this line...just keep going back to it.
2007-03-07


Lavender
I admire the line with specters dancing on graves the best because I have an odd fascination with graveyards. Note that I say "graveyards" and not cemeteries. Graveyards are ever so much more haunted and sound very old. Old burial grounds are the best for exploring. I am terrible about it. You would hate going on a trip with me. Your poetry is splendid! I am so glad you are here.
2007-03-05


Zoya Zaidi
'while my cold ego clings to delusion of reality.'

You do have a point there!

Well constructed and orignal text!

Welcome to the bay dear Aliceramone!

Love, Zoya
2007-03-03


Individuality
good use with alliteration. reality is non existent, it is all a mad dream swirling in some puddle of stars.
2007-03-03