Sunday, March 26, 2006

Passive Aggression

Condensation

Separate life from death
Breath from the intense mesh of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, oxygen
Decaying and rotten from the preserved
Typical from the perverse
Outlandish from the reserved
Wasted from the conserved
Hate from those who love
Straight from the curved
Below from above
Embrace from the shove
Warring eagle from the peaceful dove
Iron fist from the satin glove
Nerve from the ending
Beginnings from the meanings
Reality from the dreaming
Creaming from the erection
Protection from the lambs for the slaughter
Mothers, fathers from their sons, daughters
Perfected from the fodder
Freedom from the collar
Dollar from the barter
Follower from the leader
Blind from those with vision
Finite from the extension
Slack from the tension
Gleam from the glisten
Spoken from the written
Individual from the system
Humanity from the whole all eye seeing supreme being
Interpreted from the true meaning…

To the point where sense of it all starts fleeting
like the memory of those too old to remember the little things…
…like when Summer was followed by Winter, Fall by Spring.

3 Comments:

Blogger Angel said...

Makes me think of that old song "to everything, turn turn turn, there is a season, turn turn turn..." Really like the cadence of this one. Could you spit this over music?

Monday, March 27, 2006 at 1:04:00 AM CST  
Blogger MagicalSis said...

i enjoyed the deep conflict here.
eerie in a way...of what is to come.

Monday, March 27, 2006 at 9:20:00 AM CST  
Blogger Tobey A. Anderson said...

love the voice in this one and the flow. slam material for sure.

Monday, March 27, 2006 at 12:11:00 PM CST  

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