To Vomit the Undigestible

Sunday, July 09, 2006

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Its been done before. Do you remember that day? The sun was shining, the clouds were smiling, the wind was playing in my hair. The trees swayed with the rhythm of the earth and music drifted in the air. But then a storm, an unearthly storm, of plastic on cement and exhaust and smoke came through the country. They stole my trees and turned them into documents that proclaimed that natures music was too loud so they built a dark fortress to steal the sound. They read that the clouds were too happy so they filled the air with a thick black smog. They decided the sun was still too bright so they shot it down and the wind was too playful so they took my hair and they left me with the darkness and the tainted atmosphere...
They might as well have killed me.

5 Comments:

  • raej!

    By Blogger Sriram, at 1:00 PM, July 09, 2006  

  • Gently they stir, gently rise.
    The dead are newborn awakening
    With ravaged limbs and wet souls,
    Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.
    Who called these dead to dance?
    Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
    Was it the wilderness children?
    Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
    I called you up to anoint the earth.
    I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.
    I called to wish you well,
    To glory in self like a new monster.
    And now I call on you to pray.

    By Blogger deadheadweed, at 1:37 PM, July 12, 2006  

  • ...and all i ever wanted was to just BE.
    Lovely write! :)

    By Blogger Prmod Bafna, at 5:12 PM, July 12, 2006  

  • really got the emotion there. i like the words.. do speak aloud.. feel the same way

    hate the concrete jungles.

    By Anonymous Karthik Rao, at 10:44 PM, July 13, 2006  

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