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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Prefece: You're sitting alone at the bar of the coffee shop and you've got the usual. black decaf latte, today's newspaper, and that pen that smears blue ink. It’s the same every night, that's why you come back. Monotony is relief. The only move you've made in what seems like hours was to refill your drink. Coffee Shop: You stare at the latte like you’re about to open a gift. Lifting the cup high, your lips sip the heavy cream. Tired eyes watch the frosted window and the drift that carries the uninvited snow effortlessly past you. The room behind you is burning loud with conversation; The same arguments, theories, solutions It's a sickness stuck in the same old rotation. Like hopeless addicts, they fiend for absolution There’s talk of Plato’s cave that shrouds enlightenment. Others discuss Gandhi’s hidden path to the same effect. They repeat wise men’s words in circles they invent, leaving what’s more than a hint of ignorance to detect The sun sets and you're blinded by a glare as you look to the skyline, the light glows as it sits atop the trees; you look down with a sigh. Through the window you catch the eyes of a battered man, the look of isolation and despair intertwined. The man’s face, streaming with tears, tells a story of one too many goodbyes. What difference does this man make, which he is or what he needs? You’ve seen it all before; a different movie, the same old theme. Plus, the tilt of his head and pain in his eyes speak for him of his own misdeeds Your stare stays locked as you say out loud, “things are always what they seem.” You have a heavy feeling bring a question that stays planted in your mind You wonder now if you walk the very path that hollowed this man's eyes. The thought turns into voices, the words they say are all entwined. Getting louder now, the more you try to block them out, the more they intensify. -Jackson Kilgrow rantedtirades.blogspot.com
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