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WOW = I LOVE YOUR WRITING! Simply AWSOME!

Posted By: Doug Newsom
Date: Saturday, 25 March 2006, at 12:30 p.m.

In Response To: The Age I Live In (Derek)

I VERY MUCH looking forward to reading your poems! They are worthy of praise and SHOULD be read! Thank you for posting this one and that!

: The Age I Live In

: Oh Dear departed spirits from ages passed and past
: how can I tell of what's beheld
: short of bright eyes and gasps?
: for I will try with words that fly
: on raven wings I hope
: and bring a tale to watch towers
: gather hearts to listen close: The age I live in
: could be the era killing terra
: terrified by terror
: this figure eight is our error
: maidens pressured to be fairer
: and the bearer of our children
: must mask their own beauty
: and still bump heads on glass ceilings

: I can’t explain it
: how things can be so defiled
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild
: I can’t explain it
: how the sun gave her secrets to a child
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild

: everywhere... and I mean everywhere is a hunting ground
: even our minds are fair game if we let our guards down
: our sounds, are offbeat syncopations
: clashing loudly, under a canopy known as civilization
: ironic plight, that the dead night
: is the only time for clear sight
: but look left and look right,
: for the unseen eye can steal your light
: our failures, are beyond your wildest imaginations
: though i mean no disrespect, it’s an alien sensation
: preservation is taken for granted
: our scales are slanted and it’s moments, seemingly
: before this paint slips from it’s canvas
: imagine cryptic spider webs that thread
: from mountain head to ocean bed
: and we the moths that flutter, helplessly connected
: the age I live in is livid and unforgiving
: if your born deformed community hands aren’t enlisted
: we drank from the trough, developed a cough
: and perverted plants to ward it off
: molded pots designed to break off
: with half eaten meals left to rot
: and it’s hard to scoff
: when this ritual is day to day
: sad to say,
: but some vivid colors eventually seem grey
: if a shaman lived on an island
: could he picture life without waves?

: I can’t explain it
: how things can be so defiled
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild
: I can’t explain it
: how the sun gave her secrets to a child
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild

: our lineage is traced through stars
: but they are the stars of hollywood boulevard
: men turned into gods whom we let invade our hearts
: In the age I live in we’re driven
: by smoke, smite, and ashes risen
: the tender ear that listens
: we’ve hidden deep within
: valleys to allies, aloe leaves to alchemy,
: alchemy led to allergies,
: now we suffer our own maladies
: additives and preservatives,
: chemicals from furnaces
: we don’t know what constitutes our physical
: its no wonder men don’t know their own spiritual
: essence
: yet beliefs are shopped for
: with less thought than a late birthday present
: we can defy the sky with a glorified arrow
: but we’ll crush a dragonfly or run over a sparrow
: drip drops to drum pops, drum pops to hip hop
: movements meant to soothe men
: but in the age I live in we don’t stop
: your age saw a tree spirit whose roots were locked with time
: but in mine men come near it only to clear it,
: on river beds they steer it,
: to each a wooden palace made largely for appearance
: so at night we hide in fright
: from the forest shadow
: oh how we fear it

: I can’t explain it
: how things can be so defiled
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild
: I can’t explain it
: how the sun gave her secrets to a child
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild

: In the age I live in
: youth is a battle against submission
: our elders left at distance
: parents aren’t apparent
: for tribes are scattered from our vision
: we decide against decision,
: hand out lamps to elected men
: sit around cynically
: while we let them do our wishing
: in the age I live in spirits are missing
: it is in dreams we are living
: and through life we are but drifting
: fire sent through wires,
: we study the art of liars,
: we roam for hill top homes, better higher, better drier
: a steady applier,
: of paint on the murals of history
: where time is so illusory
: we can illustrate follies as victories
: telling ourselves we own land
: while sand falls through our hand
: telling ourselves man is damned
: so I needn’t trust who I am

: I can’t explain it
: how things can be so defiled
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild
: I can’t explain it
: how the sun gave her secrets to a child
: but these weapons we unleash can be made from the wild

: the age I live in is
: as strange as griffins
: compare the mammoth tusk we’re given
: to the beast we imagine
: it’s hard to fathom: huts scraping clouds
: clouds that spout from metal mouths
: a hundred thousand herds deprived of the ground
: I try make a sound
: though sound is hard to escape
: it’s hard to hear the truth
: when static pollutes the landscape
: picture: a family so overgrown
: that all it’s members can’t be counted
: let alone known,
: so when I’m not home
: I’m in search of my sisters and brothers,
: but it’s a task monumental
: just to get to know one another
: but one another’s all we have,
: and somehow this sentiment's not all lost
: for I’ve roamed so far from home
: and though I found far apart
: a tribe is still connected,
: perhaps I speak to you now
: speak through me somehow,
: brothers, sisters, rainbows, sounds: “for if the age we live in drowns
: then we are forced to find gills
: because in spiritual warfare,
: you can never kill what spirit fills
: though love does not see battlegrounds
: just ungrounded battled wills
: and love will unwrite swords and tanks
: for love has ink and quill

: so sleep yourself,
: and make of light
: the as yet unhappened of tomorrow
: everything will be all right,
: hold faith in elder promise
: sleep oh restless spirits
: as the djembe strums hum under hollows
: everything will be alright,
: our age has pages yet to follow
: sleep oh weary wayfarer,
: untie your dreams for Father Sky to borrow
: sleep us all a prayer,
: pray thee brave, pray as Tonto”

Messages In This Thread

  • The Age I Live In
    Derek -- Saturday, 25 March 2006, at 9:29 a.m.
    • WOW = I LOVE YOUR WRITING! Simply AWSOME!
      Doug Newsom -- Saturday, 25 March 2006, at 12:30 p.m.
    • Wow--I am stunned speechless!
      Dr.Valerie -- Tuesday, 28 March 2006, at 10:30 p.m.

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