The year was 1970. I was a senior in high school. Goldsboro High School whose school mascot was the "Earthquakes" was integrated. At the time the school literally doubled in size. Borth groups lost their identity for ever.
Alone and disconnected
When celebrations arose
We slow motion executed
Dances with no purpose
Dance prom date Affliction
With a fantom partner
Wasted times meaning less depiction
Faux smile picture photographer
Painfully aware our last year
Was a politcal mockery
When colors were mixed with no care
Spun in a wasteland of empty pastry
Amid the less than perfect times
We all yearned for what was rent
When days and meanings were like lost rhymes
Earth Quake glory spent
Victims were we
When the waring blender mix
Was spurned as the red sea
Parted equal sections wisked
All I wanted was a prom date that mattered
A good time to remember
An event that was not battered
A partner that was tender
It took almost 4 score years to find
Someone that felt as lost as I
Who wished to be found at the Inn
Amid our insecurity disguise
Rewind a moment and pretend
That a lost time could be saved
Wish for a pleasant begin
And replace the empty space
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-03-08 at 07:47
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Earth Quakes
Alone and disconnected
When celebrations arose
We slow motion executed
Dances with no purpose
Dance prom date Affliction
With a fantom partner
Wasted times meaning less depiction
Faux smile picture photographer
Painfully aware our last year
Was a politcal mockery
When colors were mixed with no care
Spun in a wasteland of empty pastry
Amid the less than perfect times
We all yearned for what was rent
When days and meanings were like lost rhymes
Earth Quake glory spent
Victims were we
When the waring blender mix
Was spurned as the red sea
Parted equal sections wisked
All I wanted was a prom date that mattered
A good time to remember
An event that was not battered
A partner that was tender
It took almost 4 score years to find
Someone that felt as lost as I
Who wished to be found at the Inn
Amid our insecurity disguise
Rewind a moment and pretend
That a lost time could be saved
Wish for a pleasant begin
And replace the empty space
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 487 times
Written on 2009-03-08 at 07:47
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