October skies over Hillcrest Rise Where hopes subside to compromise Complete surrender without protest They settle for the second best ~ Designer phones play tinkle tones Downloaded from the Rolling Bones Oh, once again its Tracy here Gabbling garbage in my ear ~ Hypnotised, mesmerised Stupor reigns in vacant eyes Dazzled floss on flat bed screens Gateway to your plastic dreams ~ Prisoners in their concrete towers Where nothing grows and nothing flowers She pours the tea and ponders when They promised a New Jerusalem ~ Measured time through trickledown years Strengthens despair, confirms our fears English fields are not part of the plan So gather the daisy’s while you can
Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Oct 15, 2009 6:46:37 GMT -5
Stupor reigns in vacant eyes
While I agree with a lot of this, Cari, overall it's a bit . . . morose to think of society this way. And yet, I now think I'll take the day off, tomorrow, and gather some daisies . . . and rosebuds, while I may. Point well taken, friend.
I don't know if you listen to the bands Tool or A Perfect Circle, but you seem to emulate the viewpoints of the frontman of those bands. I love the social critique of what I too deem to be a plastic culture. Back in the day we were prisoners by force, now we are subservient sheep. I couldn't be any happier with this angry, biting tone. I agree 100%, exalt my friend.
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win, but We're not running, we're not running