Will no one or nothing
Relieve us of these pseudomen, these shadows
Who suck away prosperity
As leaves draw sunlight,
Leaving all the rest of us
Ashiver in the shade of their ill-gotten millions?
They roam their aerumnous way among us,
The tendrils of their green
Winding chaotically around everything
Until finally they strangle off themselves.
Then it's a cry to the overworked groundskeepers,
Of "Save Us! For we are too Great to be allowed to perish!"
Well, were it up to me,
There'd be some serious weeding going on,
Come Spring.
Categories:
ashiver, political, social,
Form: Free verse
We can see anything , anything
at all if we really truely believe
... simple faces as description
he scribbled in speech and action. So much Ambiguity.
Breaking Hives all over , jolt
to and fro , match points flares has been.
Held ashiver creeping bones o'er Dead Flesh
as autumn swam into His room in
the Abstract's Artist's reaction to
normal Gov. corruption : Told everything
is fine , looking up silver lining alley.
They say its democracy under terroist threat
Dear default citizen
Oh how you amaze..
Categories:
ashiver, artautumn,
Form: Free verse