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I.
by Debra Rose (Age: 21)
copyright 01-10-2004

Age Rating: 16 to 127

I.
From my place up in the stars
I turned my gaze back down to Earth,
The sound of silence oppressing and fake
As the gods that stirred their blood caked,
Middle Finger's in our pool.
Each green spot and silver cloud,
With blue swirling separate colors,
Was pale and clouded by the atmosphere,
Of false ambitions and saddened dreams.
Politically correct, the satellites projected a message,
“Love your guns, your god, your sex.
Love your pleasure, your hedonist desires,
Love the drugs, but don’t love yourself.”
The cool cold blanket of empty space,
Filled with nothing but stars and death,
Sung with the resonating paradigm,
Of mankind’s screaming pitiful prayers.
I wrapped myself and turned away,
And with scabbed wings of needles and knives,
A pouch of rusty nails at my side,
I floated on to a distant place.
While back on land a bell had rung,
And children now went out to play.
A teacher’s smiling voice did say;
“Role up your sleeves and get your needles,
It’s time for recesses daily injection.”

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01-23-2004 Wayne Thomas

Very, very good. Very good. In my mind, last line could be strengthened a bit, but I have no specifics at this time. Nice indeed. Wayne

01-22-2004 Stefanie Mendoza

I had to read this one a few times... O.o.... your views and insights of this world are so far above the common person (as well as your faithful sidekick here... . As always, a compelling and powerful write! And I must say I really loved this part...

"And with scabbed wings of needles and knives,
A pouch of rusty nails at my side, "

It paints a shockingly vivid picture of how out of control and rediculous this world has gotten if our own ever-watching angels appear this devestating and dark.

~Steffie~

01-21-2004 Christopher Doss

Excellent! I agree with Janet, you should (if not already) try to get your writing published.

01-12-2004 Lyle Berry

A haunting perspective with powerful images!

Warm Regards,
Lyle

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I. by Debra Rose (Age: 21) copyright 01-10-2004 Age Rating: 16 to 127

I.
by Debra Rose (Age: 21)
copyright 01-10-2004

Age Rating: 16 to 127