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Friday, February 04, 2005
poem-pink wigs and long cigarettes
the world is searching for cluesbeneath pink wigs and long cigarettes.
yearning to rediscover its childhood
when we knew less and understood more.
like characters in a cheap film
making it up as we go along.
we all tried to fabricate a new reality
b'cuz this one just hurt too much.
the answers that were passed down to us
were like canonized frozen foods.
they swallowed us quickly without digestion
and we're left running through the wrinkles
of our ever aging skin
like corridors of a hopeless maze...
questions kick us like wardens
and we're dizzy from the orbit of
our ever spinning earth...
"show us love, not religion,"
together they say,
but who are we to say anything we say?
if our own words fall like meteors
into the craters of hollow intention.
smoke rises like signals of desperation.
S.O.S.
humanity cannot make it alone.
humanity cannot make it on its own.
i fold my cards and choose innocence instead of bloodshed.
i choose fatih instead of mannequins.
i walk the norrow way instead of broad.
i open w i d e my arms to God.
for i have felt him breathe and the sound of his breath
is the sound of love wrapped in mystery.
He's waiting...simply...waiting
for us to admit
we found no clues beneath the pink wigs
and our long cigarettes always caome to ashes...