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call of the abyss
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dark the same
change
granted it's gray
the fix that you ate
you fixate, inflate and felate enflamed
my pain
grain against i
oppressive sky
fall down on my face
i've wanted to die
for two years
i can't hear you say anything but "do nots"
OH my mistake
there's a cross in the lake
i'd take it for granted
it's gray
it's my pain
gets in the way
i hear my own voice when i listen to you
it's true, it's the truth
that i wanted to hear
but my ears deafen the sound
every face
close to my age
spews the same utter SHIT
indoctrinated
the same, the same, the same
build the same
postmodern GODS
flawed in conecption
based in perception
the same the same the same
Call of the Abyss:
I've always thought that so many trends to express "difference" turns into that properganderized indoctrination, we were all trying to avoid in the beginning. Your poem certainly points out these trends and makes a person think about what they see and hear, "coining a phrase" can be so droll. I liked your poem about postmodern GODS, what do you know??? I agree with that. Good read.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
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We R the postmodern poets. How about that! - slc