JakeD
11-04-04, 01:38AM
Just a spur of the moment stream-of-consciousness poem. Like it, hate it, or masturbate screaming my name. Whichever you prefer. :p
so tired
and the city night
took his last dollar
with hope in his heart
and a fresh drink on her lips
time stood still
the future froze
and looked upon itself, grim
and thin in the heavy sea-breeze
freedoms lost, pawned
for that which we can never have
all in the name of democracy
but,
who’s to judge democracy
when the dictionaries are bare
as are the minds
of a complacent public
worshipping at their altars, hearts heavy
with regrets to be absolved
by a single day of praise
the following week loaded with sin
let’s walk down to the water
and find our redemption
amongst that which we cannot have
which we cannot see
which we cannot believe
all truth
is gone
for now.
so tired
and the city night
took his last dollar
with hope in his heart
and a fresh drink on her lips
time stood still
the future froze
and looked upon itself, grim
and thin in the heavy sea-breeze
freedoms lost, pawned
for that which we can never have
all in the name of democracy
but,
who’s to judge democracy
when the dictionaries are bare
as are the minds
of a complacent public
worshipping at their altars, hearts heavy
with regrets to be absolved
by a single day of praise
the following week loaded with sin
let’s walk down to the water
and find our redemption
amongst that which we cannot have
which we cannot see
which we cannot believe
all truth
is gone
for now.