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Feb 21, 2009
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far and away
1.
far and away
removed from the day,
I have a superficial impairment
I can't speak with a forked tongue,
so I speak my own troof...
so to speak...
it's high time for a re-all-it-tea check
I''d have to say,
and there is no white-gloved rabbit
pulling any money from any hat
in my case,
just in case,
you would have thought working for
peanuts
is enough...
but then again, it's a pink elephant
standing in our living rooms
and we're wayyyyyyyy too drunk
on our superficiality to see.
2.
You won't touch this poem,
not with your soul,
not with a ten-foot pole,
tell me what is an hour of
your time worth?
do all dogs go to heaven
when fat cats lose their
bankrupt minds?
who sings for their supper
when the shores of discontent
are lapping near the rock
you think you are...
when the house falls down all around
you and you are left with an empty hole,
and nothing will fill it,
not your ideals,
not your ideas,
not your pretty poetic words,
the circumference of which is the inference
of which there is no way to dig yourself
out of the past into the present,
your own presence a question mark,
who are you now Anna,
Quo Vadis?
3,
I dreamed I was on a stairway to heaven
and all the clowns and juggling acrobats
the fools and the lovers of fools
the garden mystics and savoir-faire sainted-ones,
the wood-carvers, and the children of God,
the devils-may-care, the naysayers,
and the roaming bands of love hoarders,
the truth mongers,
hungry philosophers and pundits
were straddling every border,
there were frozen fish and the iridescent scales of justice,
jumping to every conclusion,
every hybrid of miscalculation
came out of their own tent of dreams,
leering and peering,
sneering and jeering,
came out to see me
walk back into the clouds..
slowly I turned.... falling like Niagra.
far and away
removed from the day,
I have a superficial impairment
I can't speak with a forked tongue,
so I speak my own troof...
so to speak...
it's high time for a re-all-it-tea check
I''d have to say,
and there is no white-gloved rabbit
pulling any money from any hat
in my case,
just in case,
you would have thought working for
peanuts
is enough...
but then again, it's a pink elephant
standing in our living rooms
and we're wayyyyyyyy too drunk
on our superficiality to see.
2.
You won't touch this poem,
not with your soul,
not with a ten-foot pole,
tell me what is an hour of
your time worth?
do all dogs go to heaven
when fat cats lose their
bankrupt minds?
who sings for their supper
when the shores of discontent
are lapping near the rock
you think you are...
when the house falls down all around
you and you are left with an empty hole,
and nothing will fill it,
not your ideals,
not your ideas,
not your pretty poetic words,
the circumference of which is the inference
of which there is no way to dig yourself
out of the past into the present,
your own presence a question mark,
who are you now Anna,
Quo Vadis?
3,
I dreamed I was on a stairway to heaven
and all the clowns and juggling acrobats
the fools and the lovers of fools
the garden mystics and savoir-faire sainted-ones,
the wood-carvers, and the children of God,
the devils-may-care, the naysayers,
and the roaming bands of love hoarders,
the truth mongers,
hungry philosophers and pundits
were straddling every border,
there were frozen fish and the iridescent scales of justice,
jumping to every conclusion,
every hybrid of miscalculation
came out of their own tent of dreams,
leering and peering,
sneering and jeering,
came out to see me
walk back into the clouds..
slowly I turned.... falling like Niagra.
— Kailashana, Feb 21, 2009
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Critiques
Ink Dragon
17 years 3 months ago
Anna,
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
:-), wish my life were
W.C.Wampler
17 years 3 months ago
far and away poem
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
LOL. Niagra indeed!
Conect11
17 years 3 months ago
magnifi -f*cking - cent!
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
What can I say? The only
W.C.Wampler
17 years 3 months ago
far and away again
Nordic cloud
17 years 3 months ago
Oh you are having fun Anna